Well, I don't trust this one "friend" of mine anymore. And he knows it. I let him live with me because he had nowhere else to go. Long story short, I saw very little money from him, and even when he got a job a few months back, he eventually just stopped paying me. He completely disrespected my house and me. I came home from a family event, that I didn't really wanna go to, only to find about 5 people in various states of drunk in my house. And no one told me. I was angry to say the least. Then, there were various times he got drunk and tried to fight people, got in my face (at a bar for no good reason), and just generally did shitty things when he was drunk. The last straw was when we went to a concert in Florida (a good 7 hour drive). He got drunk, and when another friend asked him to slow down and stop before we leave, he got belligerent. He got in both of our faces, yelling and screaming, threatened to punch us, and generally acted like an ass. When he said that he was gonna leave, call a friend and catch a plane back home, I called his bluff.
Also, I learned he was telling my mom a bunch of garbage. A lot of it was based on truth like how I didn't go out with him a lot. But completely left out how he would spring these things on me kinda last minute, on work days. Let's not forget that I was paying all the freaking bills. Yeah, I don't really have the money to blow on booze, girls, and clubs. Yeah, there's no trust there. Oh, and he got a job with me a while back. I hope he does enough stupid shit to get fired before they bring him on as an official employee (currently a temp).
TheDarkEricDraven said:
There was this one girl who I was friends with...she was super nice, but a compulsive liar. She made things up about her ex and my at-the-time best friend, but me and her shared tons of friends and he was in another building that year so I couldn't prove anything, so I never bothered to get away from her. Biiig mistake. Once, me and another friend were talking about lolicon,and so, that day after lunch, the girl went to my mother (a teacher) and told her I wanted to rape a little girl. The sheer hatred I carried for her after that was enormous. I forgave her, at first, for some reason, but after thinking it over I decided to just get back to hating the *****.
Damn, that is fucked up. Yeah, that's all I can say.