It appears that the less time I spend being a doormat, the more time old "friends" seem to disappear. I don't think they appreciate the change the way I do. Sorry kids, you no longer get to use my face to clean your shoes. If you don't like the fact that I am moving onward and upward, good, get the hell out of my way.
I can no longer lay idly still as I address everyone's concerns but mine. It leaves me lonely, used, and extremely exhausted. I don't like my emotions to be toyed with.
This change and shedding of old people is good. It gets me away from all that is sick and holds me down in this world. I told my mom when I was 3 that friends are like carpools, people are constantly getting in and out of the car. Well, that sure is true. Sometimes friends don't grow together, we grow apart. That has to be ok, because we have no other choice.
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