I was on my FUCKING phone, and then, i get a message. It was my best friend sending me LONG ASS texts saying how she wanted me to give her money. Bitch, what money? So, I checked my wallet and saw i had around $5, but like, why would i give it to her???

I text her and told her how i couldnt give her any. I mean, why does she even need it? So i asked, apparently, she needs $50 dollars to get a pedicure. Hoe, GET YOUR OWN MONEY FOR YOUR FEET! Im not giving her my $5 when I could be buying sluurpies with that hoe. Duh fuck????!!

Anyway, She facetimes me and started BEGGING for this, why u crying over 5 bucks? Embarrassing. Plus, $5 wont even impact it that much. If shes THAT desperate for money, go on fucking ONLYFANS. But...Something in the back of my mind was saying

"Give her the money! It's not much anyway, you wont die"

I tried figuring out what that tiny echo was. I realized it was my heart. We had been friends for years, so it was only the right thing to do, right? Its only $5, not the end of the world if i keep it. But the greed in my head...The animal instincts of a human, the duality of a person, was screaming at me. "Keep the money for yourself, buy yourself something you would enjoy." Is what it would tell me.

It was like a war going on in my head. Be a good friend, or have some self love. Which would i pick? It felt almost sickening, my stomach felt as it was going to turn inside out and go out my mouth, coughing up blood and guilt. You could say im overreacting, which, I probably am. But why does that matter?

She kept on asking and begging. After thinking about it, i decided to give in. I drove over to her house and gave the money. She was happy, I wouldnt mind seeing the smile on her face again. I felt good, even though I couldn't treat myself, I could treat someone else. It was fulfilling. She was happy, thats all that matters.