In my last blog I omitted some of the story.
Insert this into the story, when we were in the kitchen fighting. When Rodney had started choking me. He had attempted to rape me. Thats the only reason Germ jumped in to help me. She was content on letting him kill me just as long as her man didn't fuck me.
Every time i think about how much of a friend my best friend was I'm glad i don't have many friends.
My shyness has always mad it hard for me to make friends and my temper and bluntness has made it hard to keep them. I always wonder what it would be like to be one of those sex in the city chicks. To have a 3sum or strong 4sum of friends to the end.
Fuck that i would like to have 1 best friend who actually cared about me as much as i cared about her.
Maybe even someone who could pretend to care for me for atleast 6 months, don't judge me ignorance is bliss.
I rather have a real good fake friend than a real bad real friend.
This whole blog has been about indulging in self pity, and its half incoherent forgive me i'm crying while i type this.
FML big time...
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