Do not hate homosexuals, bisexuals, asexuals, ect
But do not hate heterosexuals.
Do not hate trans*gender, agender, non-binary people
But do not hate cissexuals.
Do not hate people of color
But do not hate white people.
Do not hate women
But do not hate men.
Do not hate Christians
But do not hate atheists.
Hatred only breeds more hatred. Is it that hard to understand?
This needs more attention than it’s gotten.
I no longer have the energy for meaningless friendships, forced interactions or unnecessary conversations. If we don’t vibrate on the same frequency there’s just no reason for us to waste our time. I’d rather have no one and wait for substance than to not feel someone and fake the funk.
Invasion of personal space and privacy. Literally.
If you tell me your personal shit then that’s on you.
I actually consider my personal space and I’m tired of being the immature one despite being older. I confide in you because I could find comfort but I don’t even know if that was comfort or if I just needed to talk about something irrational. I need to stop lying to myself anyways. Nothing happened, I just didn’t want to talk about it so can we not talk about it? Like seriously. Hop off nigga dayumn. There was no deal of ‘I tell you my story, so you have to tell me yours.’ I mean for all I know you probably told that other chick I don’t even trust anymore. I don’t know why you trust her after you ended up breaking up with your boyfriend AND got shit talked. Like, what? No. You want to learn shit the hard way be my guest. I prefer not being involved even though you come running to me anyway. Because I understand your situation, I help you anyway.
But dayumn, take a chance to understand me when I say I don’t want to talk about it. I DON’T WANT TO TALK ABOUT IT. Like, I’ll tell you in time, stop prying me to tell you something you don’t need to get your nose in because ain’t nobody asked you to put your nose in it in the first place.
I’m sorry, even if you are my best friend. You do not know me the way you think you do. You know a false image of me. But it is breaking slowly and I’m afraid that if my true self ever appears, I feel as if something will happen and ruin our friendship. I have already told you so much about me but yet you don’t understand because you were not in the situation. You don’t know what it’s like. So please. Just stop bugging me about the past. What’s done is done. Drop. The. Fuxking. Situation.