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"i've no trouble with my enemies, but my goddamn friends, they're the ones that keep me walking the floors at night"

i have no idea who said that or whether i've written down the exact words, but that's what i remember.

i think those closest to us hurt us more than the ones that barely know us, how hurtful their words might be. time breeds familiarity, and the more familiar you are to a friend, the more chances that you'd say hurtful words to each other even though you didn't mean it to be that way. even the callous, bitchy me can feel the hurt when these situations occur.

so yeah, i'm a bitch and i insult people all the time, but even i know there's a fine line between insults and jokes. it's not a joke if it's not funny and downright insulting. but hey, my foul mouth knows when to say sorry and when to stop talking. even i know what are the right words to say and what's best to be kept inside.

you don't own my thoughts and you're not The Almighty, so who are you to tell me that i'm wrong and you're right?