You can't judge me if you don't know who I am.
I write to express, not to impress.
I’ve learned to not believe in best friends. In fact, I think best friends hurt you the most. You’re blinded by your friendship that you don’t see their flaws. What’s so good about seeing their flaws? You might ask. It shows you the real person they can be. I used to have a best friend. I’ve recently realized she was never really there for me at all. Thinking back, I was her shoulder to cry on. Was she mine? No. When I was having problems with my ex, did she do anything to consolidate me? No. She laughed. I just went along with it. I listen to what she said. I listened when she said that he was a jerk. In my heart, I still loved him. Did I tell her that? No. I knew I’d just hear the same thing from her over and over again, “He’s a jerk, move on.” Deep down, I knew it was true, but I couldn’t help my feelings for him. I was frustrated, I didn’t know what to do. She wasn’t offering me any solid advice. It got to the point where I avoided talking about him with her altogether. If he and I suddenly started talking again, I tried my best to make sure she didn’t know. If something happened between us, she couldn’t know. If he hurt me, she definitely couldn’t know about it. I ended up telling her when I got the courage. I made it seem like a joke, and all she said was, “I told you so.” Best friends. They’re supposed to be there for you. Then again, life isn’t a fairytale. We’re dealing with reality here, and sometimes reality bites.
- A is for anonymous
NIGHTNIGHT by DEDDY