2 weeks ago, someone said something horrible to me about why a friend of mine wanted to code with me. Nothing physical. Not because I am an amaaaazzz zing programmer… No. Because he was missing something in his own relationship with his girlfriend of like forever and I was just the unpaid prostitute bridging the gap and filling that void. Glad to be of service. Okay… those are my words… but
It’s not easy being a chixor.
Apparently, he just wanted a female to code with. There’s a first.
I’ve been keeping this to myself for a good few weeks and man, if it isn’t really nice to breath the air again. I’ve been choking on this for what feels like forever. I mean, it’s all a little confusing because I definitely wouldn’t do that to someone.
Those are the times things confuse me the most. That’s why I’m always confused. 😛
I mean, who is the real friend. The guy who told me? The guy who used me like that?
I have a lot of acquaintances. Really. Good enough, right. People will say “friend” but when it comes down to it, it’s just a word.
Besides, you cannot break what is already broken!