When Does The Ride End?

The past few weeks have been an emotional roller coaster to say the least. Job drama aside, everything else is really wearing me out. I came out here to start fresh, start a new life, make new friends, have new experiences. And for the most part, I have. But I'm also older and wiser and feel like I've had enough drama in my life - the last thing I want is more of it when I'm just trying to have fun. Some of the people I've met, that I thought were my friends, really aren't that good of friends after all. Maybe I'm naive, maybe I'm too trusting, but I don't understand why people can't just get along without all the backstabbing and lies and stupidity. I'm a straight shooter; I keep my friends for life. I say what I mean and mean what I say. Yeah, I might come across as harsh and abrupt at times, but I'm not going to mince my words or pretend I'm something or someone that I'm not. I don't understand people who are all about themselves or who throw me under the bus at a moment's notice. That's not how I operate and it hurts my feelings when other people do. Someone said to me that I'll get a thicker skin after being in LA. Well, you know what? I don't want to be OK with people being shitty to me. I don't want to be hardened by the experiences. I want to be able to meet people and make friends without getting accused of stupid things. I know this is vague and annoying; I apologize. I'm just frustrated and had to vent. I've taken a few days off from the LA scene and hopefully that will help the situation. All I know is that if I get one more crazed text from some new "friend" accusing me of some bullshit, I'm going to scream. If you don't want to be my friend, fine. Move along. I've got enough and I've got plenty of great ones who won't be mean to me or make me cry. The end.