"The Mistaken Identity."

Terrific ... I've found myself standing all alone on "The One-Way" yet again, Small-Townies.

What's "The One-Way" you all might ask? It's incredibly simple, especially for consistent viewers and those with experience. The art of realizing you care about somebody who's meaningful to you in your life more than they about you. Familyship, Friendship, Relationship ... Veritable spots for "One-Way" bullshit. Right now, it's about friendship, which I unfortunately know all too much about.

Inevitably, I dedicate myself to friends ... The close few I adore, cherish & love unconditionally/wholehearted without a doubt, I'm there for. Bullshit after bullshit, but the few still remain. What continuously occurs is that they find a great relationship, and I get the gank. Why? I have no fucking idea.

Maybe their new relationship has 'em turnt out, and they'll begin losing sight? I don't know. I don't ... But I do know it's inexcusable dusting a close friend off all for a relationship. I've dealt with this bullshit far too long in life, (Kim's relentless drama), and I'm exhausted. Can't anything not fucking suck?

I'm the one who'll be there for a friend regardless of anything and absolutely everything. Maybe, I'm one of those masochists. Get a relationship, and I'm a resident of "The Back-Burner". 'Ya know except for all those late calls obsessing about the relationship, forgetting a friendly "How are you?" before proceeding to ramble. Fabulous. I feel forever-so appreciated! Thank you. That's, that's great.

Currently, I'm strapped to this complete disaster with a great friend, a sisterly chick. Considering her and I had lost a great friend 'cause of the exact same shit, I'm speechless she's entering such a forbidden territory. I can't begin to tell you how much we mocked this chick for the mistakes she had made ... Ruthless! I cannot find an outlet for the anger I've got, and I think it's in our best interest we maintain a distance for a bit, in case I start flipping the script on her ass. I've dealt with this bullshit far too long in life, I'm familiar with this game. I need time, and that's that for now. She'll be leaving for a few week trip sometime tomorrow, so I get the time that I need after all.

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*SIDEBAR*

She's incredibly religious ... She's not "intimate" with her man. Besides slipping the tongue (And not South), they're barely misplacing the boundaries of the "FriendZone", minus their exclusive label together. It's not 'till the marriage, at least for her. I know her guy wants more in the nearer future, which will bring about pressure and 'bunch of other bullshit. I don't blame him not one bit. A relationship minus sex is a relationship not worth having. 'Ya know, I'm pro-sex, especially when it's about the love. A 2 Carat Diamond Ring equaling making love to your woman doesn't fly for me...

...Oh The Road to Hell, paved with such great intentions. Too bad Hallmark doesn't carry any "Hey Asshole ... Best wishes!" cards...

...Disaster.

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Alrighty ... Hopefully, she'll do a 'lotta thinking too and reflect a bit. However (Anything after "But" is shit), I doubt that. "Love" has got her batting for The Blindside in the grand scheme. The Classification of Neglect is "The Mistaken Identity", and I know all the rules, all the everything. Until stuff begins to spoil in her whatever you call it, I'm the sideline bitch who promotes emotional sluttiness for her given I'll get her to talk at all about anything!

I'm aggravated. Frustrated. Upset. Whatever. I truly hope everything works out for her ... Does that imply I'll get cut 'outta her "Picture Perfect" life? Who knows. However, I'm crystal with what I should anticipate here. I understand everything and all the possible outcomes.

Along the road, something's bound for an accident. Few pieces start going M.I.A, a few other(s) fall out, it's bullshit we're experienced with. 'Nadda new there ... And who's the first phone call she'll make? Halsey! The last question left is, will I answer? How much longer can I stand alone here, on "The One-Way" before I U-Turn that shit? Fleet the motherfucker. Fleet!

The synopsis? Simple, Small-Townies. Regardless a relationship that's all roses and sunshine, DON'T forget about those relentlessly there through anything and everything that's happened. The close friends. Continue to have those few relationships bloom and evolve with the world, converse and laugh as normal ... And no, not about the relationship all of the time. Please! Don't be "that" friend, that's not cute. Ugh, everyone runnin from your ass, hiring the local hitman. That's what's up. This bitch annoying!

Balance your relationships! Take a class, whatever, I'm only sayin'. Painful! Consider yourself powerless ... Succumb and get a nametag, do the 12-Steps for disillusioned and needy, dance a jig. There are heart(s) all on the line there. Admit the problems! Stuff could easily, emphasis on easily, spoil for the relationship. It's like Milk, 'wanna drink chunks? No. Leonardo DiCaprio and the heavyset chick ... Glorious - Triumphant? Sure! Hangin' on a wooden door, dying of hypothermia. Are you understanding? Lawd! I can't.

Don't forget friends ... And DON'T be "that" friend. Calling all Snipers! Seriously 'cause if and when the Milk curdles, there's a great chance they'll be long gone. Watch for the expiration dates. And after everything, could you truly blame 'em for dropping out?