Mi Casa Es Tu Casa Too Far 2

And it gets worse. See, if we were only acquaintences that were lended each other supplies, none of this would've happened. He would've been courteous. He would've let me know exactly what he's doing my book and when. But no, he felt so comfortable with me that he thought it would be okay to just take things and go.

Ironically, that makes me uncomfortable. I don't feel particularly safe when I realize that people think they can do this to me. Why does intimacy eliminate manners, anyways? At least write me a note so that I can show it to my teacher-- prove my innocence. Even if it doesn't work, it's a great show of character on your behalf.

I know that with friends, you're supposed to be relaxed. You're supposed to feel carefree and casual. But that won't grant you immunity from being called a jerk-- a selfish pig. "But it's okay, we're all friends!" Learn some boundaries, bitch! Even friends have them. Learn to respect people and treat them well properly, and not just to create and maintain an image that you'll immediately drop later.

That's lying. That's deceitful. And you're tricking people into making friends with someone that doesn't even exist. Come on, there's got to be people out there who like you for who you are! You don't have to bug us with your facade. Get the hell out of here and find your true pack. We'll all be better off.

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