Being Nice

There comes a time in your life where you realise that being nice consistently just isn't worth it. Firstly, i am never a second choice. So if you wanna be my friend, you talk t me as how usual friends do. Not as a spare tyre and what not. Because those friendships are not worth my time and honestly, i couldn't care less. Because im so use t meeting people who betray me, that having just one genuine friend beats having a group of bitches.

Introductory, that was just my two cents worth. Not smth that happened t me recently, but well close t it. When you initiate th idea of cutting contact, fine. We do that. We get used t it, well i did. And then suddenly you talk t me again. Of course, i never minded it. I went along with it, followed th flow. Because i thought its no harm. Because i wanna be nice. But i think back, and i think wtf? When you wanna stop contacting, i listened and did. And out of no where you wanna talk t me again, i go along with it too. Which makes me th idiot in th situation. But i keep telling myself that its not that way, that i should be nice. But well, im done with being nice and being completely fucked in return. All around, not just by a particular person. I can take it when someone talks bad about me, because i don't really care. But i can't stand it when in a situation, i feel used and that what i believe in does not matter, when us contacting is determined by th oth party and i have no say. Because i am strongly opinionated, and what i say and think matters.