Rash.
I come off rash, I admit. I can’t help it. I mean I guess I could, but why? I’m not trying to impress anyone. I guess some take it as me being rude and others who know me already know that that’s just who I am. I admit that I’m really mean, but at the same time that’s who I am especially to those I don’t care much for. There are very few people in my life that actually matter, and for those few, I’m more caring for - of course, because I love those people. But aye, you win some, you lose some and if I lose some, there’s a reason why our friendship/relationship never worked out. People who I left in the past, are in the past for a reason. If you were meant for me; if we were meant to be, you’d still be in my life. And if you just so happen not to be part of my present; I’m sure that in a friendship it’s a mutual decision if you want to stay friends or not. You’d have to meet me half way because I’m not going to make an effort to be your homie if you won’t even try to meet me half way and be mine.
And there are times that I intentionally come off rude, because I really, don’t care about your sorry ass. Like if I don’t play a significant role in your life, even as a friend, or even an acquaintance or even just some acknowledgement that I’m alive; why should I even care about your well being?
