Rants; A Tale Of Epic Annoyance

Two Faced People

(Get ready for a roller coaster of things that sound jumbled.
~Grey)

"No, I'd never talk bad about you behind your back!"
*calls me ugly*
*makes jokes about my weight*
*calls me a bitch*
*eats my last piece of cake*

I cannot stand people pulling shit like that.
If you have the audacity to act like an arse behind my back, please do me the honour of doing it to my face as well.
Because I WILL find out.
And I WILL NOT be afraid to call you on your bullshit.
So do me a solid and let me hear the truth.
Don't lie to me. Don't try to 'spare my feelings'.
Because I promise you, you won't be sparing anything.
You will do two things:
1) hurt me
2) piss me off (this one specifically happens more than the other.)
Any and all hurt that I will have, when I hear that you're being two faced, will immediately become cold and violent anger at the fact that you could be that. Much. Of a moronic dipshit.

I cannot express how many times I've been back stabbed by a "friend".
Yes girl, I am fat. But you doing that two faced shit isn't sparing anyone.
When I was younger, I was friends with this girl.
She and I would bounce between best friends and absolute hatred.
Eventually, I realized that our whole friendship was a waste of my life.
She proceeded to be a main attributor to my issues with bullying all throughout elementary and middle school.
It absolutely killed me, because when I was younger, I was hurt that someone I cared so much for would be so heartless.
And then I realized that there are so many people in the world like that.
Which breaks my heart, because for every one of the people like her running around calling people ugly and whatnot, there's someone like me when I was younger that made me feel fat and degraded and worthless.
And that's not okay. That kind of treatment of a person is 110% not okay, and I will fight that until I die.

After that, I was friends with another girl, who meant the absolute world to me.
As we aged and I matured, I found that she wasn't growing with me. Instead, she was becoming more and more spiteful.

And more abusive.

It finally came to a point where, for my own mental health and happiness, I had to cease our friendship. I'm glad to have moved forward, but to this day, every once and awhile, I still think of her and worry about how she is.
Throughout our friendship, she cared less and less for what I was experiencing. She would lie boldly to my face, and would act kindly in my presence.
But when I was out of earshot?
I was a bitch.
She hated me.
I was annoying.
She wanted to beat my ass.
Yet, never had the courage to simply talk to me about whatever her issue was.

The lesson of this story is,
To anyone thats in a similar situation, do yourself or me a favour; sit back and think:
"Is this person really worth the pain I'm causing myself?"
I promise, the answer you'll come to is a gigantic fricken no.