.senior.year.biographies.[bronte].

Having taken LDS seminary classes all throughout my high school experience the only thing that brought me back my senior year, was graduating for my parents. I wanted them to have that for me… but it’s stupid. My junior year my seminary class consisted of people I hate, and one girl I knew I would be friends with… Bronte Bitaraf. Unfortunately for her, reading this blog may be the first time she hears that I’m gay from me. (actually not true, she found out through the grape-vine, and I confirmed over txting... What a great thing txting is...)

Being a gay male, I feel like I’m pretty in tune with my surroundings and I know what people are saying. As far as that goes, Bronte never wanted to accept that I was trying to help her be a better person and help her grow out of high school. The gist of the whole friendship is that I was always telling her what she was doing wrong, and she hated it. I admit that I have my faults, but she never ever wanted to admit that… she hated that she wasn’t perfect… she slutted up her life with stupid men that I told her would do nothing but use her… she quit the perfect job I got for her at chili’s and made me look like a complete ass for having them hire her, and she’s done nothing since to make me want to repair the broken shitty friendship we had. She doesn’t have enough respect for herself to have respect for people around her. It’s genetic failure in my opinion. I can’t believe how much drama flows from one person.

Since writing this, I have cooled off a bit, but I still agree with everything I said, I just want to add, that although bronte did some terribly stupid things, she was a great friend. She stood up for me when no one else would, and she put herself out there more than any other girl I know. I love her, but I can't be friends with someone that drives me that crazy. I avoid facebook invites, txt messages, and phone calls, NOT because I hate her. NOT because I thinks she's a bitch... but because I simply can't find a reason good enough to validate us being friends. I'm a selfish person, and I need something to come out of a friendship. Very little did I recieve out of the friendship we had, and I don't plan on going back to the drama that is bronte.