I think I am done with certain people in my life. I just can't cope with their shitty behavior anymore.
Last night, the first "friend" messages me. I will call her Friend FC (Fucking Cunt) :)
FC messages me firstly during the day, asking what I am up to, which I told her I was just in the supermarket buying food for my birthday. She reads it and doesn't bother responding. I thought fair enough, I am busy anyway, I don't have time to be texting, even though it would have helped due to my anxiety in shops and supermarkets.
Then, later yesterday evening, she messages me again, about her blood test results. Which tbh I don't really GAF about, we're not that close in friendship, more acquaintances. So, anyway, I am being supportive with her "new diagnosis" which I think is fair considering she pisses me off pretty much 2 times a day at least.
I tell her that I feel shitty with my mental health..... she just shuts it down and says "got to go, work in the morning."
So, let me get this straight FC, it's ok for me to listen to your fucking shit, but you don't have to listen to mine? Yeah, cause that's fair.
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Today, I messaged my other friend, I will call her..... FB (Fucking Bitch) :P
I message her and say "sorry I haven't spoken, just been busy with some stuff going on (mainly the NHS).
She says "it's ok"
She then, proceeds to tell me that oh "I got my mouth surgery yesterday." (For people that don't know FB is the kind of person that rubs things in your face. So in this case she is getting implants something that I wanted something that i was hoping to get but got refused, she is getting them because mummy is paying for them. Mind you this is a 46/47 year old woman, so bit childish.)
And she always does it, ALWAYS! Rubs in the fact that she has "perfect healthcare", "perfect life"
We wasn't even speaking about the fucking dentist or teeth. I mentioned NOTHING about the fucking thing. So, it just proves that she does it on purpose. Why mention it when I said nothing about it, I wasn't even saying anything about it.
I am just done with friends. I can't stand them anymore. They refuse to help me when i need it, they don't even care.
They ALL fucking said they would read my fucking book Broken Trust... now what do you think they did? If you guessed that they didn't fucking read it, YOU GOT IT IN FUCKING ONE!
I even said to FB that I was writing a new book, but she didn't even act remotely interested in that shit. Just more interested in telling me about her precious fucking implants.
I hope they fucking fail for you bitch! I hope they fuck up so bad that you then have to pay 1000s and 1000s of £££ just to get them fixed. While I can just go to the dentist and have mine fixed for free! SO FUCK YOU ALL. DO NOT EXPECT A MESSAGE FROM ME IN THE FUTURE. YOU CAN WISH ME HAPPY FUCKING BIRTHDAY TOMORROW, BUT AFTER THAT I WOULDN'T EXPECT ANYTHING AFTER.
But its ok, because I will be hanging with my new bestie, @solarepiphany
Least they actually give a shit and listen to me, unlike you all. And I do the same for them!
FRIENDSHIP WORKS BOTH WAYS!
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I don't know, but I'm so excited for manipulative gyu.😩 is this a fic you're really writing??? I'm so excited!
IT IS ‼️‼️ i am also really excited, i can’t tell if it’s the extra burst of inspiration talking or if i’m fr gonna stick with this (the latter, i pray.)
anyways, here’s a sneak peek no one asked for !
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You’re stuck with Beomgyu hours after that— even though your mother was able to calm you down, it seemed as though you were afraid of the boy for the rest of your time there; hiding behind any object that was able to cover your frame, hugging your bear tightly and using it as a shield to peek at him— averting your eyes frantically when he’d glance at you and meet your weary gaze.
Despite your mother’s attempts to get the two of you— or rather, mostly you— comfortable around each other, you both seemed dead set on not wanting to interact with the other, resigned to stay in separate sides of the room and turning your back to him when your mother had to leave to fetch a toy Beomgyu insisted he left on the couch of one of the main rooms, not bothering to specify which one; you attempted to follow her, but she prevented you from doing so, a reassuring smile stuck on her face as she asked you to wait on the beanbag.
If Beomgyu didn’t know any better, he could’ve confused you for a mannequin; frozen still, small hands gripping onto your stuffie and wide eyes keeping watch at the door— the sight was both parts intriguing and irritating, and the boy reluctantly found himself watching you, observing you carefully— even then, it seemed as though you didn’t even blink.
“You’re such a scaredy-cat.” Beomgyu says loudly, point proven further from the way you flinch and snap your gaze over to where he sits on the bed; arms crossed petulantly, eyes narrowed and watching you intently, “Are you scared your mom left you here?”
The very thought is enough to have your eyes widening; only a year difference in age, Beomgyu ponders to himself, yet you seem extremely attached to your mother, and are quite gullible too— he frowns at the way your mind visibly seems to wander, thinking of scenarios that only cause you to panic— and though Beomgyu knows he should feel bad, he can only find himself wondering just how far he can take this.
“You might just be stuck here forever,” he muses, pushing himself off the bed and walking over to you, standing before you and watching the way you try to deny his claims, albeit a bit hesitantly, “I think she got tired of you.”
You refuse to believe him— but it’s been a while, and your mother still hasn’t come back. The way he looks down at you makes you feel so small, his expression so sure and serious that you’re beginning to wonder the truth of his words; beginning to wonder if your mother really left you.
“She abandoned you.” Beomgyu finishes, watching with cold eyes as your mind slowly succumbs to the possibility.
And after a moment, it happens. There it is again, he thinks to himself, watching your eyes well up and your expression screw into one of sorrow so effortlessly— he drinks it all in with fascination, never having seen someone who can spill tears and get so heartbroken on a whim; your fingers dig into your plush and your body shakes with hiccups, continuing to defend your mother weakly and saying that she will come back.
“No she won’t,” Beomgyu says apathetically, watching the way your face twists into a frown and you attempt to fight back— but you’re believing him, and his interest is piqued, whispers telling him to see if he can get you to give up your fighting entirely, “you’re such a crybaby. She doesn’t like that. My mom says that kids like you are annoying. That no one wants a whiny kid.”
Through your messy sniffles and shed tears, you stop to think— could this be true? Beomgyu’s expression is blank even as your eyes finally meet his, solemn and unshaken, as though what he said is nothing but a universal truth— and the more you look at him, the more he looks at you, the more you believe it.
Beomgyu can almost see something shatter within you; his lips upturn in a small smile.
“I like you,” he suddenly says, bold and innocent as he reaches out to offer his hand; you blink, dazed, unsure of what to make of his words as you remain silent— blindly, you take his hand. “You’re weird. Let's go find your mom– she’s downstairs.”
He pulls you up before you can protest; he’s just a few inches taller than you, and you find yourself looking up as you trail after him, hugging your plush tightly with one arm— through shaky sniffles and stutters, you’re finally able to ask him a question.
“You mean she didn’t leave me?”
Beomgyu scoffs.
“No. I was lying. Couldn’t you tell?”
You shake your head petulantly, your stare burning into the boy’s side profile; the light that bleeds in from the floor-to-ceiling windows that line the hall almost casts a glow onto him, like a halo of sorts. You feel an odd sense of comfort.
“No.”
For the second time today, Beomgyu’s lips quirk up into a miniscule smile. He nods.
“Cool.”
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it makes me so ridiculously happy whenever ryan refers to shane as his best friend. they don't even have to say it, that man IS his best friend but hearing the words come out of his mouth is everything. but sometimes i feel like it's not mutual? like, ryan's been shouting how shane's his best friend to the world, even made him his groomsman (was he the best man?) but why do i lowkey feel as if shane doesn't reciprocate that? obviously shane's been saying how he's his friend and has defended ryan time and time again, but is shane ryan's best friend but ryan isn't shane's best friend? or maybe compared to ryan, shane really is just privy with his personal life? (also ryan isn't even one of shane's groomsman]
i don't wanna look deep into their relationship because they're real people but yaknow
shane was not ryan's best man but the fact that ryan wasn't in his wedding should nottt stick out to you as support for shane not reciprocating ryan's feelings or whatever. ryan had ten people up with him at his wedding and shane had four. ryan's wedding was a lot bigger than shane's and there are so many other factors that go into choosing those people that ryan not being in it cannot possibly be a statement that he doesn't care about him the same.
you're definitely right at the end tho shane is more private with his personal life. and they are real people with a private friendship as well as their public one and we have no way of knowing what goes on there but i definitely Don't think theres any one-sidedness or uncertainty or unevenness about where they stand with each other.
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