I Can't Stand You...

I seem to spend half of my time in cabs, going from one place to another. Going going going. I find that I get a lot of my thinking done in these cabs. I guess it's worth the cost of the ride.

Tonight, I was thinking about friends. How much I love and care about some of them, and how there are others that I'm not sure how to handle.

It's a funny thing, the girls you would have always thought you wanted to be friends with always turn into something interesting. Interesting being my nice way of saying a problem. The problem with this problem, is that it snowballs.

I'm always the girl who laughs off the bitchy comments, mean jokes and being made fun of. I make jokes right back, laugh with them, or ignore the implications. The problem is that unlike your average pushover, I only take so much.

I refuse to take shit from people who have no reason to be mad at me, I hate gossip and catty girls, and I hate boys who take advantage of it all. I hate when girls you always believed to be nice turn out as something different, but it's already too late. I hate how girls always seem to change who they are when they're with guys. I can't stand when they leave you at home alone, or when you hear a nasty rumour about yourself, and you get that sinking feeling in your stomach because the only person you told about that is you 'friend'.

I guess I don't like much, but I'm glad that the girls I truly consider my friends aren't like this. Love you girls.

- xx, Kelly.

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