I only have a few friends. And I think that’s probably because I don’t have much to offer people. [But, at least, I know how to respect them. I only (sort of) disrespect those who are disrespectful towards me.]

 

Yes, I understand that nobody is perfect. But you should also remember that I am not a doormat that you could step on… a punching bag/shock absorber that you could take your frustrations/insecurities out on… a yo-yo that you could throw… or anything for that matter…. I am not a martyr who would keep on tolerating your way too many and heavy mistakes…. Or, at least, not anymore….

 

I want, need, and still deserve value, you know. But, since I can’t get that from you, I shall give it to me. Bottomline: I’m saying goodbye to this so-called friendship. (I just wish that you would stop twisting the knives that you’ve stabbed in my back!)

 

Now, my friends may have gotten fewer. But it’s totally okay. For, at least, I’m now somehow assured that they are worthy of being called friends. Friends I am truly worthy of.