I remember finding the secret twitter. I remember readingΒ βI hate Maggieβ and seeing the worst possible people favoriting the tweet. I remember feeling like someone had punched me in the stomach. How could I have been so naive to have held onto a friendship so long where clearly I wasn't loved and appreciated the way I should be.Β
There are just so many things I can say. There are so many times where I just took the bullshit, took the blame for things I didnt deserve to be blamed for. So many nights crying to myself trying to figure out how I wasn't good enough even though I put my entire heart into being a good friend. A great friend.Β
At this point, theres just no point in arguing. Because it always ends the same way- me expressing my feelings and somehow it turns on me. Fuck the pity party I dont need it, but I do wish somebody would recognize the dumb shit that I have put up with.
I dont know. I guess I am just ready to see people get what they deserve. I always hear about Karma- and I find myself patiently waiting for it to smite down upon the people who have made me feel so fucking shitty.Β
