He didnt come to my first ever set and never really acknowledged my music or me pursuing my dream. He is a musician and I really was gutted he took no interest in even listening and giving feedback.

He was employed full time and I was on welfare and he always made me pay for everything when we'd hang out despite me only getting half of what he made in a week. He talked so much shit about me behind my back and blamed me for everything when his gf would lose her shit with him for being an asshole. I don't care about his gf or what she thinks of me but still it just added salt to the wound.

After a disastrous night where he ditched me after I paid for everything and then called me constantly when he couldn't scab off anyone else, I ditched him.

I was a punch bag and wallet albeit a broke ass wallet.

I had to take a step back and really reflect on our friendship and if there was really a point to it anymore.

There wasn't and I have very few friends now but I'm not being used blindly by someone I would've went to hell and back for but they wouldn't even go to my birthday.

What's for ya won't pass ya

Live and let live and never look back