So I'm sitting at work right now, thinking about how I got punched in the face. I now have five stitches and a black eye. I had a possible concussion. All the result of a good friend punching me in a play fight. Well I thought it was a play fight, obviously he didn't. fuck though man, who the fuck does that. Not only has this shaken my friendship with him, but its made me evaluate my friendship with everyone. Everyone seems to take me for granted, to walk all over me. I'm so tired of not getting respect. Not getting decency. It hurts more than the fucking stitches or the punch. I don't give a fuck that I got punched, I give a fuck that it was by one of my best friends, a guy I lived with. Over what too? Because I said, "We should fight." with a smile on my face. Probably a stupid ass grin too since I was drunk as hell.
Take away the trust and what do you have left?
To top off this granddaddy of all bad weeks, The food that was prepared for me at my house is probably getting eaten by someone else. Fantastic.
I want to forgive and forget this entire situation. I really do, but there comes a point where I can't stop ignoring how my friends are treating me as a lower class.
Current mood - I think you can figure that one out.
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