One day, they’re your friends, the next day they’re not. You of course, instantly blame yourself for the lost friendship, and you ask, “What the hell did I do wrong?” Then the thought occurs to you. Maybe it’s not you. Maybe it’s not your fault. Maybe you didn’t do anything wrong. Maybe those people are just a couple of bastards who aren’t meant to be your friends in the first place. I’d like someone who I can keep and call my friend for the rest of my life. Not some douche who can easily be persuaded to the “dark side” and in just a snap, forget that you were once their friend. Forget that they once confided their feelings in you. Forget that you once helped them and gave them advice. Forget that you were once a part of their life. Once I say that I’ll have your back no matter what, I wasn’t kidding. Once I say that I’ll always be here for you, I wasn’t just saying that. Once I say that I’m your friend, I stick to my words. Plastics and back stabbers—these people have no room in m
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