Fake A*s friends

Hey everybody, I'm taking the pen and paper away from Miss Jonez tonight, with her permission of course, to get somethin off my chest. I'm tired of fake a*s people pretending to be real. If I sound disgruntal that's because I am. Matter fact get comfortable so I can explain. Let me take you back to about two yrs ago. I had just started working at a gucci specialty store on fifth avenue in New York. I'm not the type of person who can stay to herself but I tried my best. I pretty much got along with everbody there but this one chick, Nadia, rubbed me the wrong way. She never did anything to me I just didn't like her. I kept my distance for about six months then out of the blue we started talking. Don't ask me about what cuz I couldn't tell you, the point is we started talking. We actually formed a tight a*s bond and started chilling outside of work. I was her bold friend that wasn't scared to speak her mind and speak it loud. And she was my quiet friend who knew the proper times to say the right things. I taught her how to b heard without saying a word and she taught me how to curse someone out without actually cursing. No our friendship wasn't a walk in the park sometimes she made me want to punch her dead in the face but she came at a time when I didn't have a friend to lean on. I guess her turning out to b fake was my fault I shouldn't have put so much trust in her. I had always told her I wanted to travel and mos def move to a city other than new York. She seemed cool wit it until I took a spontaneous trip to Miami for an interview. When I called her from the beach she went bizzerke telling me I was a fu*ked up friend for just up and leaving, how could I be so selfish and a bunch of other bullsh*t but mind you I hadn't moved, I was just seeing if Miami could be an option for me. Nadia was so quick to blow up that I hadn't had a chance to really explain anything past 'Girl Im in Miami and I wish you was here'. I never got the chance to explain but I didn't really want to after she blew up at me. I decided that I was going to let her believe what she wanted. Well anyway fast forward to maybe three month ago. I was in my closet searching for clothes to give away when I came across my old phone book. I found her number but I debated on whether or not I should call, 'fu*k it just call' I said to myself, so I did. We talked, she was surprised to hear from me. I wanted to wait to drop the bomb on her but she brought up Miami,

'So how is Miami?'

'I wouldn't know, I live in Brooklyn'

'Brooklyn? Brooklyn New York?'

'umm hmm'

'Oh snap I feel so stupid'

'You should'

She was shocked and embarassed that she had jumped to conclusions. I didn't care either way, I felt she couldve called to clear up any feelings she may have had on her chest. She chose to stay mad which was silly on her part. She promised to call now that we were back in contact which was Bulls*it. It's been damn there two months and I haven't heard from her yet. I wasn't calling so we could be best of friends again, so she really didn't have to tell me what she thought i wanted to hear. At the end of the day she turned out to be one of those fake a*s friends that I cant stand so much.

Later, oh and I'm Stepanie Miller, a true friend of Trist J