How dare you. How fucking dare you. You are supposed to be my friends. How could you not stand up for me? You know for a fucking FACT that I would stand up for you in a heartbeat. I have never been more embarrassed or humiliated or angry in all my life. A whole lot of effort ruined because I cannot count on people that I thought I could. It still hurts. It still pisses me off. I try to write it off as no-big-deal, but it really hurts. I'm a second-class citizen in your eyes. I'm not worth the effort. God forbid you step out of your comfort-zone to help someone else. After I go out of my way to help you. And look where it fucking got me, no? Such a great time. And such a great time having decisions made for me against my will. Having to put out more because others wanted to give less. I really highly doubt I mean much to you anymore. And it's making me think you don't mean much anymore either. What a great fucking ending to a PERFECT day. I'm so honored to be in your presence.
The New PostSecret Book
4 years ago