The Sight Of True Colors From Afar.

Hello Everyone,
It's me Dreamy-eyez. I'm back in my home state of South Carolina, and it as been 5 months since I was back. I was in Tennessee for 3 years and while there I made some friends. I had 4 friends and they're pretty cool. Phil was a straight-laced guy with a thick Boston accent, Aaron was a blonde Texan with a past that involved his struggle with drugs that gotten resolved with re-hab and being apart of a rock band with aspiring dreams, Matthew Wacholtz was a young German newly-wed with a Philipino wife and a beautiful daughter, and Matt DuPre was a pessimistic Irish who has this quality about himself that corrupted those whoever hung around him. Me? Well, I'm the reserved quiet guy, who has an optimistic outlook on things. Out of these four, I hungout with Matt D. the most because he was always in trouble. What I failed to see was that he often placed himself in those situations and never wanted to take responsibility for the mess he made. What sucks is that I always felt like I was being used because of all times, he only looked my was whenever he needed to borrow money or needed to be bailed out of trouble. He often blew me off when it came to wanting to hangout, but when ever sh*t hits the fan, my cell pone would ring like as if it was the dispatcher on "Rescue 911". Matt was always messing with drugs and just doing dirt. Once, he tried to break up a young woman's marriage who lived next door to him. As for his corruptive quality? I was surrounded by drugs, drama, and deppression because that was Matt's world. I wanted to stick around to be a helpful friend, when really I found myself being taken or granted and used like an insurance policy. My other friends tried to convince me that Matt was a lousy friend and that I needed to get away from him. I was already around him too much to realize that because I was drinking alcohol and trying drugs that made me feel horrible. Matt didn't even give a crap about me because when I was really drunk, he just dragged me by my legs and dumped me onto the floor in the back room from his other drug consuming friends in the main room. Currently, my other friends stayed in touch with me eversince I left, but recently Matt sent me an e-mail and told me that he's home (which is a few hours away from me.) With the time that I've been away from him, I saw that he was a lousy friend who used me. Tell me. Would it be cruel if I just cut him off completely? I mean I've learned what kind of person he was during the time I was away. What do you think?

Dreamy...

IT's a tough call..he could very well have grown as a person and could possibly hold you in high regards mostly because he might have realised that you were ALWAYS there for him...If this is the case this could be the beginning of a wonderfully mutually respectful relationship...

Unfortunately it's a hard call to make...because on the other hand he could be his usual callous and casual self...

I think have a sleep on it and then decide your options from there on out...Friends are such spectacular things but alas some ppl abuse other's kindness and friendship...!

Good luck my friend...let me kno how it goes!

*mwah*

Dear Brahn0913 and Yummy Mummy,
Thank you for sharing your words of wisdom with me. To me, relationships in general are just plain 'ole tricky. Whether if it's with family or friends, I'm just bound to find myself dealing with a predator who specializes in some sort of negative trait, then once I've wisened up I'm having a time on my hands trying to get away from them. This explains my tattoo of the wounded heart with the dagger that's surrounded by barbed wire. The barbed wire symbolizes my guarded defenses that I keep up. I always seem to draw the control freaks, the walking temper time-bombs, the ego maniacs who put others down to feel good, the emotional parasites, sexual predators, the violence proned, the b*t*hes, the self centered or any other creep that specializes in a certain negative trait. Once I'm successful in getting away from them, I then wonder is there something about me that draws in people like that and "How could I've been so naive?". There's something that I'm doing wrong because this has happened to me for way too long. All ranging from being physically abused by a drug addicted uncle to being shot in the midsection by a temper proned friend, who then turned out not being a friend. I think I need to wisen up and start using my head and stop letting my kindness get the best of me, because to some people that's just a doormat to the entrance of walking all over you. Once again, Thank you. Dreamy-eyez, out.

Dreamy...

Make a decision and take a STAND...

Happiness in all relationships albeit Friendship...Romance...Work Related is a basic Human Right...

Stop being the Martyr and Stand for what you believe in...

Cut your losses and make new friends...

*mwah*