One of the most hurtful things about betrayal, is it never comes from your enemy. Betrayal hurts so much because you trusted that person to never stoop to the low-levels of an enemy.
I have a select amount of people I would actually call “friends”. I wouldn’t have it any other way. Most people are just acquaintances – people who think they know my business, who want to know my business, but need to get the fuck out my business. The few that I do have as real friends are people who have been in my life for many years but unfortunately, most are long distance relationships.
Friend – is a deep word to me. I know I am a good friend. I am a good person period! Once we have formed that bond, guess you can say, in a way, I am hopelessly devoted to you. And really, the same should and usually is reciprocated.
Unfortunately, my lover and friend, the one I chose, who vowed to never betray me and to keep me safe from all harm, ended up being apart of the fake fucks and hurting me most, more then any other person ever could have.
And the tramp he fucked – she used to call me her best friend – LOL. I now know why she called me her “best” friend – because I was unknowingly sharing my “better” half. Sick twisted bitch was getting the best of both worlds – a girl friend and a friend – with – benefits.
I know I may not be perfect, but at least I’m not fake!
Fuck a fake friend, where your real friends at?