Here’s the thing, I know based on s*** throwing at me, what it is, who is to blame for it. That amunition came from a specific direction. It’s a small window.

So here’s the thing, don’t ever call me a friend. We aren’t and we never were.

I guess I was smart enough to know we weren’t really friends at any time, and if you need to know that was why I was walking away. That and I needed to do important things like try to get a grip on my life as an adult. I had no room or time for you. I wanted to be left alone There wasnt any hard feelings, I was tired on the insincerity of everything, it was getting old, and it wasn’t a decision I made based on specific things it was probably an over all vibe these people and me aren’t “real” or as real as I need people to be, and I was done with it. It wasn’t out of anger or any hard feelings, it was more like leaving the theater when the credits were rolling.

But I mean there is no denying I’ve had a lot of stupid, petty, childish 12 year old primary school s*** thrown at me over the last decade. I know where that s*** came from, even though I don’t know the person flinging it. The person with the gun.

Does a friend spoon feed amunition to someone, a complete f****** retard(s) for them to use against me like it was, and let’s face it, still is?

So yeah. I see the disloyalty I see and I
Know where it’s coming from based on the smell of the s*** being thrown.

You can’t take that back.

I will always be angry that it was dragged back to me the way it was. It felt like people feel entitled to be in my life or around me or sbit ai found and they’re just welcome to whatever…. no. F*** no.