Artificially Your Friend

Sometimes I wonder why people try and talk about someone and follow them but then its like they can’t even admit what they’re doing and they act all innocent. If you’re gonna act you should at least be somewhat good at it. Maybe people hate showing their true selves so they be someone that they’re not. And at home they’re different. Everyone acts different at home but I’m talking about those people who put on a mask for people just so they can be liked. At home they’ll take it off but the next day, they are back to being artificial.  Sometimes people turn out to be someone who you didn’t expect them to be.

You think they’re your friend but then they do something like telling everyone that thing that they promised to keep a secret…or breaking their word to you, even if they knew how important it was to you…or whatever. No one can always keep their word, I know.

My friend had a thing going on at her school today (we go to different schools) and wanted me to go and invited me 4 days ago. I couldn’t get a ride and I had to turn it down. She said it was okay and our “other friend” was going-the one who used to be a best friend of mine till she went fake on me and started being a different person…one who cared more about the appearence of herself and name brand clothes…one who all of a sudden couldn’t keep her word…one who was in love with herself so much she focused on her. It was all me me me in her mind, it was never anyone else-except 1 who she ditched me, my friend and others for. She bossed this girl around and sounded more like a mother than a friend.

Maybe others are more forgiving. This “other friend” never apologized for all the drama she gave me a year ago or how now she acts as if she’s literally too good for me…and I hold nothing against her. I forgave her for all the crap but I feel bad cuz I don’t think my friend knows that this “other friend” did nothing but walk all over the people who were once at least somewhat important in her life. Those who were there for her-not cuz of her clothes, makeup, or materialistic stuff…but just cuz of the person she was. She was artificially our friend and not being real with us anymore, i remember. And I knew it’d never change unless she wanted it to. Appearences and stuff are good to care about and all but they shouldn’t get in the way of what matters most. I think of the words someone once told me:

It’s nice to be important…but its also important to be nice.

I don’t wanna sound lame but this is true. *shrugs*