Recently, I’ve had to deal with a lot of people that pretend to be my friend but the moment my back is turned the turn on me. They say I’m a bad person and I’m fucking sick of it. I can’t stand people that will come up to me with that stupid fake “hi” or the uncomfortable hug just to cover up all the horrible things they’ve said. The part that I love the most is that they think that I’ll never hear the things they said and that we are still good friends. They never see all the nights I would lock myself in my room crying in a corner because it hurts so much. I’m a senior in college and thought that I left high school behind along time ago. Personally, I’m guilty of being fake around people but, at least I have the common sense to stop. Even if these people don’t have the sense to stop, I can be the biggest bitch you’ve ever met when I feel threatened, and they eventually do. At this point in my life I don’t have time for these childish games.
{November 14, 2006} Fake

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