I’ve had my fair share of close friends, and one thing I’ve realized is that your “true” friends are the ones that will always be down for you regardless of your stupid or smart decisions. People need to start realizing that there isn’t such thing as “right” or “wrong” in a sense. It’s all about about principles and respect. You do or don’t do something out or respect. Not because its right or wrong.
I’m honestly just so tired of everyone walking around throwing judgements at each other like their opinions really matter. Who are you to judge what I do with my life? What makes you so powerful that I have to live my life by YOUR words? Yes, exactly. Y’all ain’t shit.
Real friends support their friends. They love their friends. They put them in their place when they need it, but at the same time let them grown and learn from their mistakes. Friends don’t go off making the other feel low, and guilt them into anything.
Fuck it, I’m ranting again. Oh well. All is well, and if anything.. It was a great lesson.
Let me tell you something about myself.
I (try) to watch what I say most of the time. I can be a bit blunt at times, but that’s when you want my honest truth & when I say things that NEED to be said. I’ve realized that in the world we live today, we are surrounded by a generation of individuals that are way too sensitive for life. People are constantly taking things the wrong way and trying to blow things way out of proportion. Me? I could care less. Say what ya’ want to me, I don’t get so butt hurt easily.
But I bite my tongue and watch what I say for the simple fact that most of the time that extra 2 cents is completely unnecessary and I don’t feel the need to explain myself to anyone. I’d rather put the effort to let down my pride knowin’ that what I’m doin’ is right than adding fuel to the fire. If you’re trying to come at me with irrelevant, pointless, and dumb shit; I’m not goin’ to entertain you w/ my opinions & thoughts. & besides, another reason is I like everyone to be happy. Happiness is contagious, spread the joy.”
I wrote this when I was 17.