What An It

Today, has I stood in line to get my food, I saw “it”. It was kind of awkward because someone left the lunch table; and I was left there with “it” alone. A friend told me and another friend to let it go, meaning stop talking about it. I don’t really feel like I’m talking about “it”.  I feel I’m letting off steam. I got what she was saying, but at the same time nothing got resolve; it was just pushed off like nothing happened. Call me crazy, I feel like I introduced “it” to so many things and I feel mad, sad, and annoyed that she don’t realizes anything. Like you can treat me like how you did, and expect nothing to happen.  I can’t get over it; all I've been to “it” was a good person. Am I perfect? No! All I want to know is why you’re willing to put the bad first and not think about the good first. Yes! At times I do care what others say and think about me. So for you to call me fake, un-loyal, backstabber it’s hard on me. I don’t know why the hell I care at times. You are the first person to always be in confusion with me. You’re always looking for faults on me. I put shit behind me, when you act like an ass. It’s fine, this is me saying my finally words to myself. One day when you meet the perfect friend; that will always kiss your ass call me, and I’ll give him or her the 411. Will this be my last ranting session? Probably not….