life as you know it will always throw you a curve ball. I’m not striking out this time! I’m tired of always being the kind of friend who’s there for her friends, but yet when I’m in need of a friend, my friends are no where to be found.
this is to one friend in particular, the best friend. I’m done. I’m done trying and I’m done hearing excuses, I’m done approaching you and telling you that as a friend you’re fucking up and I’m done listening to I’m sorry.
I should have known better. it’s not like your personality is anything new to me, you’ve always done the shit you’ve done for the amount of years I’ve known you for. I guess my issue was, I put it aside because I wanted to make the friendship work. I wanted to actually say – I have a female friend I can vibe with, give or take the molding I did.
I’m moving on and I’m pulling the plug, this time for good. shit will never be what it was, and that’s fine people grow, and people grow apart. I’m accepting that it is what it is and after April and Chino’s death and the way you handled me as a friend, I don’t need it. people always question you when I introduce you to them, “she’s a weird chick” but whatever I assure them “na she’s cool” people could never understand our friendship mentally, we were on two different pages but on the same book. dear ex best friend, you have a lot of mental growing up to do. take a step back and look at yourself, and your life, all of the things you have accomplished? why do you think you’ve never had a boyfriend? if it’s one thing men see, it’s mental stability and as much as you can pretend to have it, they know it’s not there, they sense something is missing, as cool as you may be to them. I blame your parents for that, they spoiled and continue to spoil you which forces you to have no real need, want, and motivation to go out and make a living in the real world. everything has always been spoon fed to you. it’s a blessing and a curse because it’s made you who you are, as well as allowed you to abuse it.
I’m done, this is my peace making. I’ve deleted your numbers so that it makes it easier on me. I’ve deleted your from my personal space. please don’t bother writing me a letter this time. let me move on, alone. I wish you nothing but the best in life. never forget your real influence. peace.