& it's taken me this long baby, but I figured you out.
Isn't it ironic how my previous blog post written only months ago mentioned how Edwin was already begging me for our friendship, and about how determined he was to make it work out and not fall apart just like the last time? Lies, I tell you. Only this time, I've assured myself that I've already done more than enough to try and make our relationship/friendship work out.
I'm aware that I have my little flaws and imperfections. Although Edwin, this time you've pushed me too far and I've decided that when it comes to dealing with you, I'm taking on the screw you kind of attitude.
Edwin says that he just can't deal with my attitude anymore -- the craziness & shit, and that he needs his space. Well, I'm giving you all the space you could ever want now, Diaz. I'm done with you, and you know what? I'm actually gonna be okay. Wanna know why? Because I have real friends who actually give a shit about me.
What really surprises me most right now is that, in spite of the fact that I've shared practically my entire life story with you, and not to mention provided you with enough information that you could write my autobiography if you wished, it's like my honesty meant little to you, if not nothing at all. Over the course of our relationship and even after we broke up, I loved you and swore to remain completely honest with you. I kept every promise I've ever made to you, and you know that. Hell broke loose, and it even came to a point wherein I had to choose between you and my newfound college friends. My mistake, I chose you.
Hey Edwin, wanna be friends with me again? Then find a way to make it happen. 'Cause truth be told, I'm already sick of you always trying to make me look like the bad guy in this story. I'm not typing in French, and I'm pretty sure even you can understand what I'm trying to say here right? 'Cause if you don't, then I'm gonna suggest that you take up your basic education again back in kindergarten.
Strange thing about this is that I'm not angry with you -- just really disappointed that you're letting it go down like this. Way to throw more than a year's worth of memories down the drain, eh? It's sad, though I really can't do anything about this anymore since your decisions are out of my control. Who knows though? Maybe one day you'll actually man up and grow the balls to apologize to me about your shortcomings in our complicated relationship, and in our short-lived friendship. But if not, then have a good life -- at least I tried, & know that you'll always be my best friend.
I'm aware that I have my little flaws and imperfections. Although Edwin, this time you've pushed me too far and I've decided that when it comes to dealing with you, I'm taking on the screw you kind of attitude.
Edwin says that he just can't deal with my attitude anymore -- the craziness & shit, and that he needs his space. Well, I'm giving you all the space you could ever want now, Diaz. I'm done with you, and you know what? I'm actually gonna be okay. Wanna know why? Because I have real friends who actually give a shit about me.
What really surprises me most right now is that, in spite of the fact that I've shared practically my entire life story with you, and not to mention provided you with enough information that you could write my autobiography if you wished, it's like my honesty meant little to you, if not nothing at all. Over the course of our relationship and even after we broke up, I loved you and swore to remain completely honest with you. I kept every promise I've ever made to you, and you know that. Hell broke loose, and it even came to a point wherein I had to choose between you and my newfound college friends. My mistake, I chose you.
Hey Edwin, wanna be friends with me again? Then find a way to make it happen. 'Cause truth be told, I'm already sick of you always trying to make me look like the bad guy in this story. I'm not typing in French, and I'm pretty sure even you can understand what I'm trying to say here right? 'Cause if you don't, then I'm gonna suggest that you take up your basic education again back in kindergarten.
Strange thing about this is that I'm not angry with you -- just really disappointed that you're letting it go down like this. Way to throw more than a year's worth of memories down the drain, eh? It's sad, though I really can't do anything about this anymore since your decisions are out of my control. Who knows though? Maybe one day you'll actually man up and grow the balls to apologize to me about your shortcomings in our complicated relationship, and in our short-lived friendship. But if not, then have a good life -- at least I tried, & know that you'll always be my best friend.