Sometimes people are just downright stupid/lame/mean/rotten/two-faced/backtstabby/lying/hurtful poopheads and I would love nothing more than to call them out on their crap! I spend so much time and energy convincing myself that they're 'really good people on the inside' but actually, they're not.
Sometimes it sucks to be so darn intuitive about people...and it sucks even more when I'm right and I really don't want to be.
But you know what? I'm sick and tired of being people's emotional dumping ground and punching bag. Especially when they have the nerve to just shrug it off as if they've done no wrong and then leave me in emotional shambles.
Know what? I'm done. You suck.
Mr. T, you have everyone thinking you're a super nice guy. Myself included. And yeah, you might be. But you are capable of being just plain damn cold and mean. And you do so without so much as batting an eyelash and without half a word of remorse. So you may be a nice guy and all, but you were shitty and mean to me. And really, I didn't do anything to deserve any of it. Nothing at all. I'd have thought that being 'good friends' for just at 15 years would at least earn me some sort of consideration or concern for my feelings, but I guess I'm wrong.
It's not the first time I've been wrong about someone and, unfortunately, it probably won't be the last time either. But I expected more from you, really, I did. So, thanks. In addition to hurt feelings, I've got to figure out how to reconcile being wrong about someone for 15 damn years. And losing someone that I counted as a good friend for that long.
But I'm sure it's irrelevant to you, I've learned that's the kind of person you actually are. So glad to have been your source of amusement this summer.
Guess I never realized the kind of damage 'wolves in friend's clothing' could inflict on me...congrats, you caught me off guard and wreaked havoc.
Sounds like the rantings of a bitter woman scorned?
Yeah. And?
Someone needs to stand up for me and say how much you suck for treating me the way you did. No one else will do it, so here it is, on my blog, for all three people to see.
Eventually, I'll get over it and regain a rational view on things...on you. And then I'm sure I'll somewhat forgive you and wish you wellness and happiness because that's what I do. No matter how much I'm dying on the inside, that's what I always do.
But I'm not there yet. And I hate you and what you did to me. And I hate that you don't even care enough to realize what you've done. And I hate that you don't care enough to check and see that I'm alright despite what you've done. You've been an absolute asshole to me and it isn't fair. I would say I'm sorry that I'm not as thin as you'd have liked or that I'm not as Caucasian as you'd have liked...but I'm not sorry for those things! I am however sorry that I wasted any of my time thinking you were above such shallow excuses for standards, you're just as shallow as every other fist-pumping douchebag I've ever met.
In conclusion, Mr. T, you suck. Eat shit, asshole.
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