To the manipulative ones
I’ve been thinking for quite some time if I should even blog about this. But I guess I’ve had enough of it.
Maybe it’s my luck. Or maybe I am the problem.
I don’t know. But here’s the story…
I always have such friends that would like to know a certain friend of mine. It becomes so obvious that at times I wonder if I am just a bridge for them to know each other (most likely it’s started with just one way). Then such friends would ditch me after they’ve gotten what they wanted, i.e. stop asking me out or making up stories for whatever reasons.
It gets really annoying lately.
As much as I would like to think that I’m being too sensitive or jealousy over these things. Somehow what happened later always prove me right.
And the saddest thing ever is that my other friends actually didn’t believe what I said, understand how I feel, and come back to me.
Most of the time, they choose to believe the one who manipulates.
(Which is how I concluded that being nice is useless and very unhelpful in life, you need to be someone who can manipulate things very well in order to survive. Remember “the survival of the fittest” theory?)
Honestly, do you want to know how I feel?
I become very depress. I keep analyzing what I did wrongly to the extent that you have to do this to me. As much as why the other friends chose not to trust me.
Did I do anything that wrong to deserve such treatments?
What have I done to you, you, and you?
I’m a firm believer in honesty. So I opened it up and talked to you, but you continued making up stories that even Justin was in shock. Stories that people shouldn’t believe. But some of them chose to believe you.
My friend A made up stories and friend B believe her.
Both friend A and B hang out together without asking me out anymore.
Neither did friend A nor B ask me out separately.
Friend B insisted that I must talk to her. While friend A didn’t even take the initiative to talk to me.
I took the initiative to talk to both of them first when I was clearly the victim.
Friend B has been telling people that I’m busy. So busy that I can’t hang out with friends.
Oh really? It’s more like you didn’t even ask me out in the first place, how did you even know I am busy?
You wanna know how I feel?
I’m really much more disappointed than being angry.
I’ve gotten so depressed that I stopped going out to see my other friends because I’m afraid I’ll get hurt like this if I give my heart out to friends again.
It just doesn’t worth the heartache.
Now you should know why I prioritize my boyfriend over my friends.
I never deny that fact.
Because he’s always here supporting me from falling and trusting me.
Thank you for leaving me feeling depress and disappointed.
Friend A and B, I wish you all the best.
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oh no. Kesian. At least, you know them now, and not after 5 … or 10 years? o.O
True that. But sometimes I wish I could be that manipulative as well.