I am a horrible friend.
Yes, it’s true. When it comes to friendships, I suck. I am stubborn, temperamental, and have an excruciating time accepting people for who they are if who they are differs from who I expect them to be. I walk away from people when I no longer feel that they are a part of my life’s story. It’s not easy to be my friend and I must admit, it is my own damn fault.
When it comes to ending friendships, I am a complete chicken. I hate confrontation and I just end up disappearing from people’s lives, like a phantom. I’m sure there are a ton of people out there who wonder where I went or what they did or didn’t do to make me go poof in the night, but I just don’t have the balls to tell them. When a switch flips in my head that makes me see a person a certain way, it’s impossible for me to flip it back. Believe me, I’ve tried. Continue reading