I’m at a point in my life where I’m just like “fuck it.” I’m out of a bad relationship, a relationship that I had put my all into and I was cheated and used. It was a relationship that made me develop bad anxiety and made me have trust issues. It was one full of lies and it was so fake on his part. And now that I’m out of it I feel free.
And I have Brianna back. She’s my best friend and she’s always going to be my best friend. Even though we had that falling out and we didn’t talk for a while, it’s like nothing changed. Everyone can question why we’re speaking again or call us fake, but no one knows what happened between us. No one realizes that we were best friends before the falling out and no one knows why what happened, happened. No one understands it. She was there for me when I needed someone to cry to. She was there for me when I needed to hear the truth and the lies being told. She’s brought back my smile and she makes me laugh and feel so goofy. She’s helped me through this and for that I will be forever grateful.
It sucks when someone you have feelings for doesn’t share those feelings; it happens to women all the time, too. We hear “I just want to be friends” and “you’re like one of the guys” and “you’re like a sister to me” just as often. But you’ll never hear a woman complain that guys just don’t appreciate a Nice Girl because we’re taught it’s our own fucking fault when we’re rejected—we aren’t pretty enough or thin enough or sexy enough, we weren’t sexual enough or were too sexual, we put out too much or too little or too soon or not soon enough, we didn’t wear our hair the right way or our skirt the right length, we’re “too tomboyish” or “too butch” or “too feminine”, or we’re “not their type”, or we’re otherwise not good enough in various ways to entice the man to grace us with his affection.
But when we’re not interested in someone, we’re vilified. We’re the bitch that lead them on, the bitch who let them buy us dinner but didn’t want to date them, the bitch who doesn’t appreciate a nice guy, the bitch they were nice to and then got nothing in return from.
And, frankly, fuck those people. Showing interest in me, being friendly with me, getting close to me, or eating a meal with me (even if they paid for it) doesn’t obligate me to open my heart or my legs. And anyone who doesn’t appreciate my friendship sure as hell doesn’t deserve my love or my pussy."
— Unknown (via perfect)