The picture that started it all….
The end to end all friendships….
Has caused trouble between me and a now called ex-friend…
Telling me I was troubled
Because it’s what the boy said in the movie
But he says, “Stay Gold,” upon his deathbed.
“Stay Golden,” to me, means to always be you
To be beautiful…
And to never misconstrue it to be
Any other than just that….
The thoughts weighed heavy on my mind
As I was accused to seek help
As I was told I was scaring them!!!
I am shocked beyond disbelief.
Another to use me as a scapegoat
I am hurt
I am heartbroken
I just never expected this…
Not a betrayal
Out from the one person I thought was my dear friend.
How can I be sad when I’m in a good place?
The answer is: I’m not
It’s gone from memory…
I’ve moved on…
©Diana Jillian 9/12/15, Saturday
So you pretty much know the gist of my situation.
What you don’t know is this person is going through some stuff. But then again, don’t we all? I sent an innocent picture. And it turned into something to where I need to seek professional help. I don’t get it. This person told me I was scaring them. I don’t know how. I was merely wishing them good things. I thought it was a cute picture. I had no idea it had anything to do with death in any way, shape or form.
This person told me I need help, and I got mad. My inner New Yorker came out. I dropped the f-bomb. Which is something I do. They got mad and said they can’t be my friend because I cursed at them. I didn’t curse them out. All I wrote was, “You’re not f-ing listening to me.” Which is an odd thing considering we’re texting.
But in all truth, how many times can someone ask you if everything’s alright and you say, “Yes,” when they don’t believe you and keep on repeating themselves? They got mad at me, and I told them they too dropped curse words all the time. They were like when?
Um, every time you call me the N word….Or does that not matter. I didn’t know the N word was acceptable in this case. They then told me they didn’t know it was a curse word. Well, my dear, it’s far worse than dropping the f-bomb in my eyes.
And we’re New Yorkers! I don’t understand it. You live in NY, and you DON’T curse? Then you need to move elsewhere! How did you survive all these years unless you’re a recluse and don’t socialize with others? And you want to be a social worker? Where you would have to socialize with others??? And you jump to conclusions….You won’t make a very good social worker I’m afraid.
Alright….I believe it’s officially out of my system. A friend lost…That’s alright. I need more positives than negatives.