Immature Bullshit

Lately I've been dealing with emotions so I don't have any time to deal with immature bullshit. Especially when it comes to people deciding who my friends are. If I need help on trying to find friends, I will call my sister Shirah, who's much more mature and my mentor. My gang in the building we came up from dirty concrete. Look at us flourishing through our sobriety. I don't need little shorties telling me who to be friends with. I don't know what has gotten into her but it's like she flipped a switch or something. Ever since I told her that I have family in my corner that have helped me become stronger, she's been acting like an immature schoolgirl. She doesn't know what it's like to being a drug addict which I am okay with. But what I'm not okay with is having her panties in a bunch telling me who I can or cannot call up. Lately I've been dealing with emotions so I don't have any time to deal with immature bullshit. I feel like every time I talk to this little shorty about my best friends, it's like she's jealous and to me that's just bullshit. I've known my best friends ever since I started smokin. My best friends are the ones when I needed them most and they're the ones that have helped me keep my composure. Because, Lately I've been dealing with emotions so I don't have any time to deal with immature bullshit.