like dude.
I'm so frustrated. I love you kid. I really do -- but you've driven yourself insane trying to prove to me you're a different person, except all you did was prove the exact opposite. You were doing great in the beginning... when you weren't trying to win me back, when you were trying to be my friend and not my boyfriend. the second you made that switch? Everything went down hill.
I tried introducing you to the things I'm interested in now -- you talked about it for a few conversations and immediately changed the tune of the song back to a song about you. I know how you feel. It's all you can talk about. But fuck -- I'm seeing someone. I may not see him all the time. Hell I may not see him weekly or even monthly, and he gives me the freedom to be me, and gives me the freedom to do me. Something you never gave me... which is why I'm hesitant on ever getting to know you on a romantic level again. You changed me completely. You made me weak. You broke me down. You made me hate myself.
And the more I turned you down -- the more insistent you got to make sure I knew how much you've changed yet didn't provide any proof of the statement. You never listened to a single thing I said. I asked you to stop apologizing, you only apologized more. I told you being around you ALONE made me uncomfortable -- so you only invited me to do things with you alone and wondered why you were getting rejected.
I hate that my constant rejection drove you to the point where you became the Dawson Leery to my Joey of my nightmares. Like I know I was over dramatic and a mess when we broke up but dude-- that was almost five years ago; you had left me for another girl; you took a dump on my self esteem; lied to me countless times; cyber stalked me and still trying to pin everything on me as though I had done something wrong. By the time I realized the only thing I did wrong was not be the person you kept trying to make me into all I could do was brush the dirt off my knees and start walking. But you... you were every cliche dramatic teen climactic relationship monologue. newsflash we aren't teenagers anymore (we're almost 30).
I wanted to be your friend. That was it. But I knew the moment I agreed to a dinner with you that friendship was not your intention. That was the first mistake in this downfall of a reunion for you. And I told you -- you don't want to be my friend; you want to be my boyfriend. And you respond to that by agreeing with me and then telling me you'll be there, that I have your number, whatever... and then you ignore me when I try to tell you all you had to do was listen to me. To stop trying so hard to reconcile and fall back into a relationship. To just relax -- it's a shame because while yes, I was reveling in your groveling I was willing to waste a chance on you.
But whatever. You're back on my black list on my messenger app. You're a product of your own doing.
But seriously -- you couldn't even acknowledge me in public. If you had done that? You had a chance, instead I felt like a dirty little secret.
I tried introducing you to the things I'm interested in now -- you talked about it for a few conversations and immediately changed the tune of the song back to a song about you. I know how you feel. It's all you can talk about. But fuck -- I'm seeing someone. I may not see him all the time. Hell I may not see him weekly or even monthly, and he gives me the freedom to be me, and gives me the freedom to do me. Something you never gave me... which is why I'm hesitant on ever getting to know you on a romantic level again. You changed me completely. You made me weak. You broke me down. You made me hate myself.
And the more I turned you down -- the more insistent you got to make sure I knew how much you've changed yet didn't provide any proof of the statement. You never listened to a single thing I said. I asked you to stop apologizing, you only apologized more. I told you being around you ALONE made me uncomfortable -- so you only invited me to do things with you alone and wondered why you were getting rejected.
I hate that my constant rejection drove you to the point where you became the Dawson Leery to my Joey of my nightmares. Like I know I was over dramatic and a mess when we broke up but dude-- that was almost five years ago; you had left me for another girl; you took a dump on my self esteem; lied to me countless times; cyber stalked me and still trying to pin everything on me as though I had done something wrong. By the time I realized the only thing I did wrong was not be the person you kept trying to make me into all I could do was brush the dirt off my knees and start walking. But you... you were every cliche dramatic teen climactic relationship monologue. newsflash we aren't teenagers anymore (we're almost 30).
I wanted to be your friend. That was it. But I knew the moment I agreed to a dinner with you that friendship was not your intention. That was the first mistake in this downfall of a reunion for you. And I told you -- you don't want to be my friend; you want to be my boyfriend. And you respond to that by agreeing with me and then telling me you'll be there, that I have your number, whatever... and then you ignore me when I try to tell you all you had to do was listen to me. To stop trying so hard to reconcile and fall back into a relationship. To just relax -- it's a shame because while yes, I was reveling in your groveling I was willing to waste a chance on you.
But whatever. You're back on my black list on my messenger app. You're a product of your own doing.
But seriously -- you couldn't even acknowledge me in public. If you had done that? You had a chance, instead I felt like a dirty little secret.