artificial

artificial

I didn’t like her,i could endure her though and laugh out loud at her jokes, I could try to engage in conversations with her but it stopped there.It wasn’t always like that, I used to love her then when she was my best friend.I could hug her for minutes with a real smile on my face and gossip with her for hours on the phone. That was before the changes came, she made new friends and we just became incompatible. She became rougher, more exposed than I was and would always laugh at me whenever I didn’t know a drink or I couldn’t wear a certain type of cloth out. “You’re a small girl” she would say with a smirk and I would laugh back with the most expressionless eyes. I still went to her house though everyday and worse it became. “Limo geez what do you think you’re wearing ” she would ask with a disgusted look on her face even when I had already received enough compliments on my dressing. “Where did you buy this earring from now, hmm? ” and I would give her a straight answer ” from the market” and carry on with my phone like her comment didn’t hurt. The criticism became constant, I never could see her without getting a derogatory comment from her.She shrunk me, she lowered my self esteem, she even made me cry. I got fed up and I stopped going to her house as much but still the attacks came on social media” Limo what kind of picture did you post like this?” even when I had so many likes. I could take a picture dabbing and she would laugh and say “Na everybody wan dab?” I could post someone else’s picture and she would ask “Can you see how good your mates are looking? ” I got fed up and one faithful day told her I was more beautiful than she would ever be and believe me I wasn’t just spitting empty words. I am beautiful, there is no denying and I am a good dresser so why the constant attacks? She said she was just being a good friend and I told her if that was friendship I didn’t need it. We didn’t talk for weeks after that and then she came to my house and we both acted like nothing had happened. We gisted, we laughed and it all went to normal. The comments were still present but minimized. “Limo do you think with your scalp you can make this hairstyle, never” she would laugh and say she was only joking and I would nod my head. I refuse to let her get to me like she did before, I have accepted the fact that she is simply bitter and wants all the compliments for herself. I have new friends, friends who never want to see me sad, friends who try to lift me up and not break my spirit, friends who love me.That is where we are now, she still comes to my house with her misplaced insults and I try to welcome her with a noticeably forced smile all the while thinking how I wanted her out of my house. I am fed up of the pretense, she is not my friend and I am obviously not hers no matter how hard we both try. What we have is artificial.



One thought on “artificial” by Limzeey (@Halima)

  1. This is really good. There will always be that friend that likes to prove they are better, beautiful than you in all ways but if you’re after your own growth in every area of your life, you’ll cut ties quick or speak up for yourself and move on to being better.

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