Back in October, I bought a pair of tickets to Wicked as a surprise for our first anniversary. The show's this Sunday at 3:00pm. When I was ordering the tickets, I even joked with Lena about whether we'd still be together in April; with how things were, the idea that we wouldn't seemed laughable. Two months later, it ceased being humorous
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Just so you know, we COULD have been friends. After we broke up, i did everything you asked of me in hopes that someday we could reach that point again. You wanted me to spend time with you, to hang out. I hung out. You wanted space, i let you ignore me for weeks on end. When i finally came to you and told you i was worried about you and wanted to be friends, you somehow managed to find spite in that offer. After all that, you have the nerve to wonder why I'm angry, and call that anger ridiculous. I am not going to wait at your beck and call for that moment when you're ready to cut the crap and have some sort of relationship with me. At this point, having you in my life at all is more shit than I would ever choose to deal with. I don't want this to end with you thinking that i was stubborn or unresponsive to your efforts to be friends, i want you to know that i tried and tried and YOU FUCKED UP.
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You know how events played out. Don't make the mistake of doubting yourself- you'll only set yourself up for more abuse.
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