Basically, I ended up befriending a girl from my high school — she happens to be a hairstylist too. Let’s just call her V. Basically when I first started hanging with v I was just ending a friendship with another friend who had ended up stealing from me, so it was nice to befriend someone who wasn’t on the same stuff.

V has this friend with a baby who she’s known all her life, let’s call her K. But her and K don’t get along like that, and K is a shady individual altogether that’s very selfish. Either way V still tolerated her, and sometimes brought K around me. We lived in a very ghetto city, and K was in the streets gangbanging even though she had a baby. So, one day while K was hanging with her boyfriend in the car, some people pulled up and shot at them. She ended up getting shot in the head and died. When the situation first happened, I immediately reached out to V to give her my condolences and let her know that I was here for her and that I was very sorry for her loss. V says she loves me and admits she’s sad.

(Mind you, earlier this January I had considered moving to a whole different city because of the violence — and I felt that staying in the city was only dragging me down. — we’re gonna get back to that later though)

So me and V hop in the car a few days later, and while we’re in the car someone follows her car with a gun out their window. We had to enter on the highway for them to leave. After that situation, I immediately wanted to move because my safety had been threatened and I realized that the situation was getting very real. Also, growing up in that city I had always feared I would become a victim to gun violence staying in the same city. So I made plans to move around my birthday and left early may, I invite V down to Miami to take her mind off the drama and to celebrate with me.

V comes down here. The night before my birthday we get into a argument and V starts saying that I was treating her weird, and that she missed K (her dead friend) and that K would’ve never made her feel like I did. So we ended up getting into an argument. My whole birthday was ruined because she was the only one celebrating with me and she had got mad and brought up her dead friend. My whole birthday was about K when it was supposed to be about me.

Fast forward a couple weeks later — I’m out the city, in a new location. V hits me up to reconcile and I end up giving in. Yesterday, I hit her up to give her my condolences because her boyfriend was arrested and she doesn’t have the money for his bond. She replied saying she didn’t want to tell me because she saw my life “going perfect.” Then later posts on her story about her friend K, and says she’s all alone and she’s the only one who would’ve supported her. Mind you the past year with our friendship, I took this girl on trips, came out of pocket for her on multiple occasions & even paid for her to eat sometimes. So the fact none of my help was appreciated makes me irritated.

Long story short, I don’t want to involve myself with her anymore and she’s just a low vibrational, depressed moody person is a days who only can talk about her friend K. She was even trying to plan a trip to LA for K’s 21st birthday.

I’m fed up with her drama, I’m fed up with her comparing me to her dead friend, I’m just fed up and think I’m going to cut her off and learn to enjoy my own company for a while.

Just needed to vent, this has really been on my mind.