I’ve had really bad luck with friends lately. I know I’m not the victim here. I obviously played a role in these shenanigans.
What I don’t understand is why people feel the need to disclose all this private information to me. I didn’t ask for anyone to tell me their deepest darkest secrets. I don’t understand why I should be required to share mine just because someone shared theirs.
I’m not the easiest person to be friends with if you’re trying to walk around the mall holding hands, wearing matching bracelets and scrunchies, or if you want to have late night conversations over the phone (wasting my minutes, y’all!). I will be a flake, I will ignore your phone calls and I won’t tell you everything you want to hear. But, I never said that I would. I won’t make promises about my behavior as a friend that I know I can’t keep. Especially with someone who’s shown me that I can’t rely on them.
Luckily I have sisters who are forever forgiving and patient with me so I’m not a complete loner. I’ve also had the same friends since elementary school and they know what to expect from me, and they deal with it.
So I don’t need people telling me I’ve “disrespected” them or that I’ve “changed” and I have so many “problems”. Bitch, get out of my life. If you’re only here to cause problems and try to tell me about myself then you can get the fuck out of here. You’ve left before and I was fine, so why should it bother me this time?
In the words of Uncle Tim, “you are rude, crude, low down, disgusting, and can’t be trusted.”
So fuck off.