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The Better Half of my Nature....

Once in a while someone comes around and reminds me why I should not be looking back on my friends and relationships in Windsor with rose colored glasses, I have to remind myself that sometimes people need to deal with their own bullshit and circumstances in life and allowing them to crash for a day or two or trying to give them helping hand is just enabling them, and worse it just enabling them to walk all over me... I have had enough of being walked on by she who should be named... but i am to the point in my life where there is a very fucking good reason i am a fucking asshole and it's probably better for me to be alone and miserable and enjoy the fact that i have solitude rather than have fairweather friends around who only come crawling around when they need a fucking handout due to their own decisions, I'm not the guy i was in Windsor, so fucking what, if that makes me a bigger asshole so be it.. I never planned in this life to be the nice guy... I have my own shit to deal with, I can't sit around taking care of others and dealing with their fucking headgames and nonsense, there is only time for one person and her mental chess game to be played.. i am honestly thinking about exiling a lot of people from my life, I know who my true friends are, and at this point the more i lose voluntarily the better... because some of these people are the worst kinds of friends.... but i'd rather have the people i can trust around me than the people i can trust to put a knife in my back when i'm not looking... sorry if that makes me an asshole.

Current Mood: Annoyed.
When you look at the dark side, careful you must be ... for the dark side looks back.


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