Friends Or Enemies?

Sometimes We Often Think That We Can rust Our Friends To Be There For Us. And Then Realization Pops Up. Yesterday A Girl I Knew Since 6 Grade I Realized I No Longer Wanted To Associate Myself With. No, She Isn’t Aware Of This Because I’m Old Enough To Not Argue Over Friendships And Why People Act The Way They Do. I’m Not Anyone’s Mother And I Refuse To Treat People My Age, Like I Have To Watch Them. I Can’t Constantly Look Over My Back To See Who Really My Friend And Who’s Really Not. I Am Far Past That Age And Indulging In This Isn’t Going To Make My Life Any Better.


Naughty Or Nice

So Today My Enemy The Person That Used To Be My Best Friend Tested My Patience. Weeks Ago She Had Her Mother Call My Mother To Tell Her She Was Scared Of ME And She Doesn’t Want Me To Hit Her. I’m Not A Violent Person But Just Like Everyone Else In The World I Get Mad, Hurt, Frustrated, Sad, Etc. Therefore My Mother Asked Me Not To Touch Her. Now I’m In The Autotorium And She Purposely Sat Behind Me And Had Her Hands On The Back Of My Chair. See I Changed. The Old Me Wouldn’t Give A Damn About What My Mother Wanted And I Would’ve Hit Her But The New Me Maintains A Level Of Self Control. And Now The Whole Period While Her And Her Friends (My Ex-Friends) Sat There And Talked About Me I Ignored And Tried To Let It Past. But Now I’m At My Boiling Point I Fell Like A Push Over. If She’s So Scared Of Me Why Does She Insist On Talking About Me. The New Karen Is Coming Back Because I Refuse To Be The Bigger Person For Much Longer. Everyone On My Side Wants To Hit Her And Say Things Too Her But I Don’t Allow Them Because I Don’t Care But NOW My Mind Has Changed.