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Well I've grown up knowing far before I should that life isn't fair. Funny thing about that is, knowing life isn't fair and experiencing are two completely different things. Growing up I have moved from place to place due to being a military brat. Because of this I never wanted friends after a while I found I was always leaving them. So in turn it gave me an odd complex.

Going further into my aging life I stopped wanting to have a lot of friends for different reasons. Throughout highschool most of my friends that got too close were just back stabbing idiots. So I would lose the friendship rather swiftly. As it turned out I could only keep a good five friends all together and that's because we were pretty much party animals. Funny, I remember being drunk for a whole week. Woke up still buzzed out and went right back to drinking.

Well anyway. So I meet someone through all of this and gradually I start to become a nicer person. See I had an anger issue that was pretty nasty but they helped me through that and a lot of other things. Devoted a lot of time to changing into that "right kind of guy" even became nicer, started making new friends.

Well! New friends became close friends, and I could not be happier. I finally broke away from the mind-set that people only wanted to get close to you just to ******** you over, just to twist that knife in your back.

Mmm...this lasted for maybe a year before I actually had a "super close friend" stab me in the back, twist the knife and jerk it disemboweling me from behind in the figurative sense. One might be able to imagine just how much of a back stab that would have to be to disembowel someone from behind.

What do I do in return? I get mad, then sad, and start to feel bad. Think that it's my fault or something like that. I don't even really start to lash out. That is until I realize that it was never my fault to begin with. Friends are suppose to be there for each other, so why in the hell am I sitting here worried about my actions hurting my "friends" feelings when said friend screwed me over.

I had been playing nice, not doing a thing aside from jokes and such. Now though Ii am very tempted, there are so many cards that could be played. For all that I do it doesn't seem that it is taken for what it is really worth. For all that I have given it makes me so enraged that a "friend" could be blinded so easily by their own thought process or lack of thought.

At this point, whatever comes to such a person they deserve. I wont be the shoulder to cry on for the tears that are acidic to me any longer. You ******** up, you're on your own. Simple as that. You were my friend, a close friend. A friend who I would have never turned my back on because I would be there to support.

I'm burning bridges now, the jester is about ready to show his face, toss the mask away and let loose the dogs of war. Any "friend" who read this would even know who I'm talking about. However out of some form of idiotic respect for you my "friend" I'm not saying who you are, or why I'm typing this so no one will come after you or anything at all. I don't want to smear your name in the mud or have others think badly of you. The issue I have with you is between you and I.

In the past this friendship was saved by someone else. You can be an acquainted individual, you're still cool to talk to but you're not my friend. A friend wouldn't do half of the insane stuff you have. So to this I will end with: let me show you just how bad of a friend I can be.