And I deserve better friends than you.
I can’t believe I ever though you were one of the nice guys. You’re not. Don’t delude yourself. You’re nothing like Collin. You’re not half the man that Robyn is, and she has no balls.
I would guess that neither do you, considering how you couldn’t even tell me that you had other plans, instead of moving in together. I can’t believe I thought that was a decent idea to begin with. People tried to warn me, but I always tried to see the good side. Here, three weeks later, I find out that you simply split the city altogether–without telling the person who was busting her ass to move and get you accepted as a tenant in the duplex you were supposed to share.
Nice, real nice.
But it’s not just that. Let’s face it: I was giving you chances time and time again, long after anyone thought you deserved them. When we made plans to do things, when you said you’d give me a ride there, you never showed. You didn’t answer your phone or reply to texts. I should have seen this coming, but I didn’t. I thought that a little bit of kindness meant you were a kind person, but it didn’t. And you have no right to call yourself a nice guy. You just aren’t.
You’re unreliable. You’re not there for your friends. I only heard from you when it was convenient. You were bored, you need my advice, you wanted a favor–and I was there. I was always there, and I as concerned for you as a friend. You never gave me anything of the sort in return.
Time after time, you broke a little piece of my heart. You made me angry. You made me cry, but I forgave you. I swear I saw the sensitive nice guy underneath, but I was wrong. He’s not there. There’s nothing there.
No more. No more chances. No more stress. No more blowing me off. No more running away, like a coward, with your tail tucked between your legs. No more am I one of the people who you will hurt.
You are the epitome of every man, no every person who has ever hurt me. You represent every asshole who pretended to be a nice guy. You can’t fool me, and I bet, given enough time, you won’t fool your new girl, either. She’ll see right through you, and soon she’ll come to the same conclusion.
This is it. Life goes on, without you, because there’s no room for someone like you in my life.
people piss me off. people suck. they are fake. if i were to compile a reason why i can’t live with people, they’d lock me up. FUCK people! fuck them all. -shakes head* the song on t.v.is really annoying, but i recognize the voice, and know the artist is good. weird. i have tests every day this week, except for today. TWO on thursday. -sigh*
do you know how much i cannot stand it when people start talking about how happy they are with their insignificant other when all i can think is i miss randy. it’s not that i miss being in a relationship, i just miss him, a lot.
and then, if i sigh, if i have a depressing icon, or if my msn name is self emotional mutilation, why the fuck don’t people pick up on these things?!?! they’re my little ways of saying ‘hello, i’m not happy. be a friend.’ either they’re not working, or no one will be my friend. -shrugs*
what’s the difference anymore? this is really pissing me off!