I thought we had agreed on a lot of things, but every time you seem to be having a bad day all those agreements just go flying out the window and you treat me as low as you see fit at the moment.
I love that sometimes you can admit you're pushing me away on purpose and sometimes you can do the most absurd things and then accuse me of being the problem.
It's a good thing you were supposed to let me know before the next time you had an atomic meltdown for no good reason, if there are underlying issues (and there must be because I refuse to believe you'd end our friendship over a generic nickname) then I'm sorry but I can't read your mind. If you can't be upfront and honest with me and let me know what the heck is going on then it's all on you.
Don't expect my sympathy from this point forward.
From this moment on I will not be checking your shops, your blogs, your pages or shops. So feel free to bash me to your heart's content, which you've already begun to do.
Say it all you wish, but this has been NOTHING near convenient for me. As much as I do hate to say it for fear of hurting your feelings, it's been nothing but inconvenient for me.
It's been only slightly less stressful being your friend than it was being your enemy.
"Friends" shouldn't have to constantly stress about not stepping on toes. Pretty sure you never had to do that with me.
No matter the similarities I saw in the stuff you posted, no matter the "lines" I felt you crossed, I let it slide.
Simply because I considered you a friend.
You never felt that way about me regardless of what you say. You talked to me a handful of times, never even opening up to me. Constantly just looking for a reason to push me away.
I put up with all your meltdowns and tirades. Sure I got frustrated and questioned it was worth it.
Apparently it wasn't. I did nothing but give to our friendship and you did nothing but take. I tried to at least sympathize with you when you had a problem, but when I had one you completely ignored it and talked about something else.
I reached out to you.
I wanted to help you.
I tried to help you and relate to you and every time you've shot me down.
If you want me out of your life that is FINE by me, I could do with a little less stress.
But don't switch it all around in another few days and try to use your issues as an excuse for why you acted the way you did.
Because this time, sweetie, I'm not buyin.
I love that sometimes you can admit you're pushing me away on purpose and sometimes you can do the most absurd things and then accuse me of being the problem.
It's a good thing you were supposed to let me know before the next time you had an atomic meltdown for no good reason, if there are underlying issues (and there must be because I refuse to believe you'd end our friendship over a generic nickname) then I'm sorry but I can't read your mind. If you can't be upfront and honest with me and let me know what the heck is going on then it's all on you.
Don't expect my sympathy from this point forward.
From this moment on I will not be checking your shops, your blogs, your pages or shops. So feel free to bash me to your heart's content, which you've already begun to do.
Say it all you wish, but this has been NOTHING near convenient for me. As much as I do hate to say it for fear of hurting your feelings, it's been nothing but inconvenient for me.
It's been only slightly less stressful being your friend than it was being your enemy.
"Friends" shouldn't have to constantly stress about not stepping on toes. Pretty sure you never had to do that with me.
No matter the similarities I saw in the stuff you posted, no matter the "lines" I felt you crossed, I let it slide.
Simply because I considered you a friend.
You never felt that way about me regardless of what you say. You talked to me a handful of times, never even opening up to me. Constantly just looking for a reason to push me away.
I put up with all your meltdowns and tirades. Sure I got frustrated and questioned it was worth it.
Apparently it wasn't. I did nothing but give to our friendship and you did nothing but take. I tried to at least sympathize with you when you had a problem, but when I had one you completely ignored it and talked about something else.
I reached out to you.
I wanted to help you.
I tried to help you and relate to you and every time you've shot me down.
If you want me out of your life that is FINE by me, I could do with a little less stress.
But don't switch it all around in another few days and try to use your issues as an excuse for why you acted the way you did.
Because this time, sweetie, I'm not buyin.
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