Truth is, I've decided I dont like friends.<br>Actually I decided this along time ago. I just refused to admit it to myself. So it's nothing new.<br><br>All friends do is hurt you. Fact.<br>You have an emotional tie with them of some sort.<br><br>A stranger could walk up to you out of the blue, slap you are across the face and call you every name under the sun. <br>Yeah there's the immediate shock. You are offended and hurt.<br>But you get over is fairly quickly.<br><br>Imagine your best friend did that? You experience the same things at first.<br>But you also experience something more. Your heart rips in two.<br>Broken hearted, boohoo.<br>Lets not go down the lovey dovey couple splitting up drama.<br>But the feeling you feel. It's pretty much the damn same thing.<br>Its the feeling of all trust be severed. All connections going dead.<br>Everything from that emotional tie just shatters in a billion tiny parts.<br><br>You can try to put them back together. But it take a damn long time. And even if you do manage it. <br>You'll never get them all back into the correct place. Everything is disfigured slightly, never will you be back to the shape you were before you fell.<br><br>I hate friends because they use me.<br>Yeah, I'm a pushover. That doesn't help my case.<br>I do everything i can to please you. I agree with you. Do what you want to do, go where you want to go.<br>Is it too much to ask that you agree with me for once?<br>That we go where I want to go?<br>That we do what I want to do?<br>That you pay for my stuff rather than me paying for every damn thing you want?<br><br>Does that make me selfish? That I want to feel my thoughts, opinions and interests are important to you.<br><br>I do everything for you while you do nothing for me. Is that friendship?<br><br><br>Truth is, I don't want friends. Sure it starts off fun, spending soo much time together. But slowly, they start to forget me. Slowly, like a memory, I fade from their minds, only reappearing if they need something from me. All i want is that you make time for me. Even just a little. Just to show you still care. To show that im not the least important thing in you life. But wanting that makes me selfish. It's too much to ask.<br><br>Truth is, to every friend I have not yet made. The same while happen. You dont know me yet, but you will hurt me. I'll slowly go from an important friend to the least important thing in your life.<br>When you live that over repeatedly, you would think you'd become numb to the pain. <br>Truth is you dont. It hurts more than the first time. Simply because you knew it was going to happen, because you couldnt do anything to stop it.<br><br>Recently I have distanced myself from all my friends. Very few have noticed. And those who did made minimal attempts at closing the gap between us. <br><br>Perhaps I'm better off without you.
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The "Beauty" Series