ranting

I’m tired. I’m tired of guessing, tired of wondering, tired of questioning. It feels as if I am always the one to reach out. It feels as if I am always the first to pick the phone up and dial. Life is busy, but there is always a quick “hey, how are you doing”. I’ve burnt my bridges, I know that, but the past is the past. I am who I am. If you like me, you like me. If you don’t, then I really don’t give a rat’s ass. Just don’t waste my precious time with your bullshit. Don’t be am opportunity friend. In my book there is no such thing as a part-time friend. I am not one of those that trade friends in with every breeze. The friends I have I treasure and keep my whole life. My bestfriend I have had since elementary school! Hell, even my husband I have been friends with since I was twelve. Those that know me, know that I would put my life on the line for every single one of my friends. I would do everything humanly possible to help a friend. I tend to make friends very selectively. If I choose to let you into my life it is not something to be taken for granted and thrown around. Friendship is not a one way street. I am over having to second guess.