All of you who know me know that when you become my friend, you become my sister or my brother. And I will go to the ends of the earth for you...maybe that is my downfall that I trust people and let them into my life, but I feel that a life lived in distrust is a life not lived at all...

When you become my friend, I do not expect that you need to reciprocate my love that I have given to you...but I do expect that you will respect me.

I love largely and so it is difficult for me to understand why a friend would spit in my face. I now understand that any so called friend would not spit in my face...

I do not believe that there are any excuses that one could ever come up with to explain away why you would stab a friend in the back.

People who do that have only themselves to blame, not their disorders or problems.

There are people who claim to be Christian and walk a life with Christ, and still they have no problem lifting a credit card off your table where you have left it. They don't care that you have used that card to order pizza for everyone in the house, including them. They still take the card when you are not looking. And because you believe that your friends truly are good people, why would you ever conceive they would steal from you?

Then, they sit in your car with you, while you run into the ATM to get cash-some of which you are about to give them because they say they have no money. You come out just as quickly and say, "Oh my, I don't have my ATM card with me, I must have left it at home." And they just sit there in your car, saying nothing, knowing that the reason you don't have your card is because they stole it from you several days before.

Then, they have the nerve to sit there at the bar with you and put drinks on your tab...and you let them out of the goodness of your heart, never guessing that they have already stolen from you and sentenced your friendship to doom.

Then, one day, you come home to pay your car payment, and lo an behold, you don't have enough money in your bank account. And you see that there is a $56 charge to a Thai food place in Burbank. And you wonder to yourself, "when in the hell did I spend $56 on Thai food in Burbank?" And then you see all kinds of other charges for various places in Burbank and you look for the card you left on your coffee table the other night, and you find that it is missing...and now it starts to hit you.

You know who lives in Burbank...my god, you know who stole your card...my god, it was your "friend."

And you start to shake and you start to cry and your heart implodes...you are shaking as you call the bank and tell them to cancel your card and you are so upset about these charges that you have to tell them to take off of your card...but really, you are shaking and you can barely breathe, because you realize that this person you took into your heart and into your home...that you advocated for...that you listened to...that you picked up and drove places...is such a bottom feeder...that she never really cared about you...all she wanted to do was steal from you...

And then you find out...my god, she stole a check out of the bag of another girl you know and wrote it out to herself...

And now you marvel at how fucking stupid she must be...how did she believe she would never get caught?

But come on, of course she knew she would get caught eventually...you have an IQ of 140 and a master's degree in psychology...she knows you are not that stupid...she JUST DOESN'T care about you or anyone else for that matter...

She goes through life, trashing on every person who has ever cared for her...

This is just a hypothetical scenerio...or is it?

I'll leave that for you to be the judge...

All I have to say right now, is that I am your friend until the end...and will go to such great lengths for you...but when you fuck me, you fuck me hard...

And I don't take that lightly...

Do you hear that sound? That's the sound of revenge...and it's coming for you...it may come quietly in the night...or it may come with a loud bang and bright lights...there may already be a cop car waiting outside your house...

And they don't have ice cream in prison, bitch...