• That’s What Happens…

    by  • June 26, 2011 • Friends • 0 Comments

    Dear M, R, and K,

    To my 3 (former) best friends… REALLY?? I don’t even know where to begin right now, but let me just say that I find it completely ridiculous that you think you can just all start ignoring me, leaving me out of shit and not answering my calls/texts, to the point where I had to fucking BEG you to hang out with me on my birthday…. and then you pull me aside at a party, and act like everything is normal. Also I guess you must think your opinion still matters to me, because the first thing you said was that you guys were “worried about me” and that you think my new boyfriend is trashy, a bad influence, a drug addict, and a bunch of other shit that has absolutely no basis in reality.

    Let me just say this straight up, Adam is the best thing that has ever happened to me, and he means a million times more to me than you three do, even though I just met him, because unlike you three, he’s not the kind of person who would just abandon me out of nowhere (Then again, I didn’t think you guys would EVER sink that low either, so maybe I just have horrible judgement in people).

    The other thing that’s funny is that you guys are the reason I met Adam in the first place, the night I was supposed to meet you at a club and then you all ditched me at the last minute. I was sitting by the bar waiting for you for over an hour before you finally decided to call me and say you guys weren’t coming. Adam was sitting at the bar too and we started talking, he bought me a drink, we clicked and ended up hanging out all night. We partied together every day after that, started dating a week later, and have been ever since. I honestly can’t remember the last time I’ve been this happy.

    Say what you want about him, but he’s the best thing in my life right now… right from the start he was there when I needed him, and where the fuck were you?? And yes, I know I didn’t really party much before I met him, had never really done drugs or anything, but to be honest I’d rather be out all night getting fucked up with him than sitting at home waiting for a call from you guys asking to hang out, which I know won’t come.

    You say you care about me now, well you had a chance to care about me, and you proved that you didn’t. So no, I don’t give two shits about your opinion anymore. That’s what happens when you completely cut somebody out of your life for no reason.

    Peace out,
    N

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