So I have decided. All my dear well meaning friends can now mind your own business. I’m sick and fucking tired of being there for you all. Listening to you when you have problems, listening to you when you’re happy. Supporting you all through any and all decisions you make, whether I think they’re good or bad. And for you to turn around now when I’m fucking happy and give me complete and utter negativity, well it really sucks. And I wish you could all see how much you hurt me now.
Remember how Mr Driller used to make me cry? Remember when I would sob my heart out and you would tell me what a bastard he is? Well I’m doing it again. And funny enough, it’s not a guy doing it to me, it’s my friends. One who won’t barely let me talk about him, won’t come to dinner unless his brother is going to be there, god forbid you come out to tea with just us two. The other who is now telling me that I need to face the reality, that the time I am spending with Mr Squooshy is gonna dry up, and be prepared.
Why can’t you all just be happy for me that I am actually happy. That I have met a guy who actually likes me, who treats me nice, who wants to spend time with me, even if it’s a lot of time. Why can’t you let me enjoy this time, without trying to make me start thinking of when it will (or maybe only might) be over. Why can’t you all fucking do for me what I do for you! It goes both ways. Remember that.