Questions. Friendship.
!Updated!
I'm really questioning the faith people have in friendships with me, and I'm starting to question my own faith. Information is coming to light left and right, mostly involving Brianna. She seems ever persistent that she did the right thing in lying to me, and continues to "not remember" what happened. Odd, since I seem to be able to recall almost every txt from the end of our friendship word for word. Then again, my mother has an amazing memory, so perhaps I've just been blessed with a genetically awesome memory. I don't want to get into details now, as I've learned that you never want to tell anyone what you know unless they're a completely 3rd party that has nothing to do with the situation, otherwise people share information behind your back. So as of now, I'm not saying what I know, as this is a public location, and anyone can read it, and knowing who a good deal of my readers are (whether you've told me or not, thanks Google). Anyways, with the upper hand seemingly mine, I must go.
UPDATE: Now thinking about the situation more and speaking to a couple of third parties about it, as well as some people directly involved, I've realized that I am being replaced. Thinking about what I brought into that group, was alot less than I thought it was. Now I feel that all I brought was entertainment. A vehicle, and another girl (to try and avoid the sausage fest feeling). This girl, Brianna, is not only a much bigger part of this group as I originally expected, but is also being updated on my day to day activities. These activities are made to look like I'm a much worse person than I am, and for that, I am not happy with those other people involved, those who are, as I found, very two-faced and no longer reliable in my book. Since my car broke down (not my fault, as much as people would like to believe), and since I decided to no longer be friends with someone who treats me like she did, always arguing with me for no reason, lying to me, going behind my back, lying to my friends, and so on. That said, someone new has been brought in. Someone who has a car they can have fun in, and.. modify with extreme distaste, and not only that, but he can bring Brianna along.
So right now, I have many of the answers I was seeking, and no, I do not wish to hear anyone's side of the story, because the last few months of my life have been filled with people who I thought were my friends being very deceitful towards me, and also blaming me for being filled with exactly that. Again, no more names need to be shared, but you know who you are, and I know you're reading this. So to you, and your group, thanks to your deceit and seeming inability to remain friends with me because I'm me, and not because I had a fun car. I'm moving on. Making new friends, whether you like it or not.
So, here's to a new life, unless someone wants to come out, here, publicly, leave a comment and go for it, but no promises that I'll believe you, because again, I know alot more than you want me to know, so only the truth is helpful.
I'm really questioning the faith people have in friendships with me, and I'm starting to question my own faith. Information is coming to light left and right, mostly involving Brianna. She seems ever persistent that she did the right thing in lying to me, and continues to "not remember" what happened. Odd, since I seem to be able to recall almost every txt from the end of our friendship word for word. Then again, my mother has an amazing memory, so perhaps I've just been blessed with a genetically awesome memory. I don't want to get into details now, as I've learned that you never want to tell anyone what you know unless they're a completely 3rd party that has nothing to do with the situation, otherwise people share information behind your back. So as of now, I'm not saying what I know, as this is a public location, and anyone can read it, and knowing who a good deal of my readers are (whether you've told me or not, thanks Google). Anyways, with the upper hand seemingly mine, I must go.
UPDATE: Now thinking about the situation more and speaking to a couple of third parties about it, as well as some people directly involved, I've realized that I am being replaced. Thinking about what I brought into that group, was alot less than I thought it was. Now I feel that all I brought was entertainment. A vehicle, and another girl (to try and avoid the sausage fest feeling). This girl, Brianna, is not only a much bigger part of this group as I originally expected, but is also being updated on my day to day activities. These activities are made to look like I'm a much worse person than I am, and for that, I am not happy with those other people involved, those who are, as I found, very two-faced and no longer reliable in my book. Since my car broke down (not my fault, as much as people would like to believe), and since I decided to no longer be friends with someone who treats me like she did, always arguing with me for no reason, lying to me, going behind my back, lying to my friends, and so on. That said, someone new has been brought in. Someone who has a car they can have fun in, and.. modify with extreme distaste, and not only that, but he can bring Brianna along.
So right now, I have many of the answers I was seeking, and no, I do not wish to hear anyone's side of the story, because the last few months of my life have been filled with people who I thought were my friends being very deceitful towards me, and also blaming me for being filled with exactly that. Again, no more names need to be shared, but you know who you are, and I know you're reading this. So to you, and your group, thanks to your deceit and seeming inability to remain friends with me because I'm me, and not because I had a fun car. I'm moving on. Making new friends, whether you like it or not.
So, here's to a new life, unless someone wants to come out, here, publicly, leave a comment and go for it, but no promises that I'll believe you, because again, I know alot more than you want me to know, so only the truth is helpful.
posted by Charlie at 3:38 PM
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