I’m so fucking sick of being nice to people then gettin it thrown back in my face. I don’t actually have any true mates I swear all I am is nice to them and all that shit and then they throw it back in my face and don’t talk to me. Fuck everyone.
Seriously you just described all my “friendships” it blows my mind how people that have supposedly been my friend for the better part of the last 10 years can fuck me over and lie to me the way they do but you get it I’m sure.
true mates! you can count on one hand after a life time, being nice to others? there is no guarantee they will recuperate, but just be kind to others, what they do well they have to live with, not you, don’t feel bad because they are assholes! that’s not your problem move on, and don’t become bitter because of them.
im with you! Ever hear the term “nice guys finish last”? well its fucking true! i have tried to be nothing but nice since i was a kid but always got crapped on! the girls chose the bad boys over me etc. its all natural selection and it sucks
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Seriously you just described all my “friendships” it blows my mind how people that have supposedly been my friend for the better part of the last 10 years can fuck me over and lie to me the way they do but you get it I’m sure.
Not being funny yeah in here for this chick 24/7 and she throws it back in my face an completely blanks me dose she take me for a mug or something
That sure sounds frustrating 🙁
miss_sadness391 ,
true mates! you can count on one hand after a life time, being nice to others? there is no guarantee they will recuperate, but just be kind to others, what they do well they have to live with, not you, don’t feel bad because they are assholes! that’s not your problem move on, and don’t become bitter because of them.
Preach it
im with you! Ever hear the term “nice guys finish last”? well its fucking true! i have tried to be nothing but nice since i was a kid but always got crapped on! the girls chose the bad boys over me etc. its all natural selection and it sucks
This sounds eerily familiar. One of those “friends” is two rows behind me in the computer lab as I type this, ironically.
I fucking hate it