I'm a little confused. There's people that say they want to be your friend, but, when it comes right down to it, they're just using you. They are bored or whatever....and they just use you. Entertainment or dead time filler or to just suck the cheer and good humor right out of you, that's all they are after. Once the main attraction comes back, once someone else comes along, once there's someone else to talk to, they disappear into the shadows, never to be heard from again.
It leaves a girl confused and a little miffed.
I ********' hate that s**t. Don't tell me you like me and want to be my friend if you're just going to turn around and ignore me in front of certain people. If you can't find time for me, then don't bother in the first place. I no longer have the energy to spare for ya'll ******** as are just after a smile or two. I don't have the energy to be shoved to the side or left behind anymore.
I'm human, I'm a woman, and I have feelings, too, ya know?
I'm never going to win a popularity contest. I'm never going to compete in one and I'm never going to be that girl that everyone loves. I don't have it in me. I'm too ******** honest. What you see is what you get. I am as I seem. I don't have any hidden agendas, I don't have any deep, dark secrets. I don't hide anything and I don't use people to "scratch my itches" or "scratch a mutual itch" or anything of that nature. If I talk to you, it means I like you. I think you're pretty goddamn spiffy. I say what I mean and I mean what I say. There is no artifice or guile in my nature.
So don't be a douchebag. If you can't be a real friend, if you can't be a friend every day and in every way, if you can't be a friend no matter who is around at the time, then ******** off. I don't need you and your false friendship. I don't need to feel ignored and invisible. And, in the end, if you can't be a real friend, I sure as ******** don't need you.
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Mighte's Journal of DOOOOOM!!!!
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I know there's a place you walked where love falls from the trees
My heart is like a broken cup, I only feel right on my knees
I spit out like a sewer hole yet still receive your kiss
How can I measure up to anyone now
After such a love as this?
My heart is like a broken cup, I only feel right on my knees
I spit out like a sewer hole yet still receive your kiss
How can I measure up to anyone now
After such a love as this?