Let the past be the past.

Well, I am going to this thing called Dracula's Ball on Saturday with Marissa, Richi, and Cow. Well, I really don't like the fact that some people think that I don't defend them. I very well do, and I also don't like the fact that two of those people don't like each other, and the one thinks that the other CONSTANTLY talks shit about them. When he doesn't. I hate that I have to yell and give both of them shit because I'm trying to make them both happy but they never understand.
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Get over it. Let the past be the past. This is ridiculous.
Yes, they have their reasons. So, I won't question it.
I understand where they are both coming from.
But they both need to understand that they are my best friends.
I'm closer with one of them on this day, then the other the next.
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I love them equally. No matter where they are on my top. LOL!! BAHAHA!
-coughs- Anyway, that's not the point.
I honestly wish they could get along. Because it bothers me that my two best friends hate each other. Silly, Silly, nonsense. But its whatever.
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I'll defend them both for now on. So none of this bullshit can continue.
If they're reading this. Then good.


Now they can understand.