I don’t need to put forth extra effort on my part to be friends with you if you’re going to treat me like I’m a last resort. I treat you like you’re my friend. I miss you. I try to spend time with you, and you ditch. I’ve been passed over too many times to continue making an effort for you. The way I see it, your actions have made it very clear who you consider to be your real friends. Your real friends, apparently, are the very same people who have alienated me, treated me like crap for years, and personally excluded me from every possible event. Your awesome best friends are the people who emotionally tortured me and sent me to psychotherapy. Since you want to be with them so badly, I’ll no longer be answering your occasional phone calls, which were oh so lovely anyways. I just love listening to you bitch about the people you spend all your time and energy pleasing. You want some friends who treat you well? Then don’t abuse your good friends while they’re simply trying to be there for you.
I’m not doing this shit anymore. I’m going to stand up for myself because I’ve been wronged. I’m not going to answer your typical “apologetic” kiss-ass phone call in a week or two when you get around to dealing with our friendship. If I’m not a priority now, I know I never will be. I don’t need this shit. I have people in my life who are worth my time, emotion, and energy and who return favors and follow through on plans. I don’t need to feel like shit over your selfishness, immaturity, and cold-hearted bitchiness. You’re just an insecure little girl, anyways. Always need the approval of the majority, always need to feel like part of the cool group, always need to be worshipped, always need to be right. I’m better than that, and I’m proud to say that I don’t toss people or my values aside like trash just to have a good time.