How many friends do you have? Can you count them on one hand or do you have them in the hundreds? If you’re down in the dumps and need a shoulder to cry on, is your buddy on the way over with a bottle of rosé and sound advice, or are they out grinding their junk on someone at the club?
It turns out, that drinking buddy you smash Jägers with at the bar won’t actually stay by your side when the going gets tough. It sucks to find out who really has your back, but it’s better to know sooner rather than later. I mean, who wants a sh*tty “friend” that only cares about themselves, never is the first one to reach out, and disrespects your time and worth over and over again?!
BYE FELICIA to all the bitties who only call you to get dinner when they’re single! SEE YA NEVER to Becky who always talks about herself when you go get lunch! And PEACE OUT to the a**holes who kept screening your calls when they had offered to help you move apartments!