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Let it be known that this isn't to 'get back' at michael, or obtain an alliance of any form. this is for personal purposes. "my personal problems are my own".
michael wrote me a letter that greatly disturbed me when i read it earlier today. I responded back...and he replied with a bow and arrow.
THE FINAL BLOW:
My personal problems are my own. You are compounding them, meaning you aren't helping me get over them. As for my negativity, it all begin with your spaz attack doing our english extra credit and it continued to every little insult and slanderous comment about me Kaydee. The bottom line is I think that for one time since I have known you, I don't want to be near you, and I don't want to shower you with attention and follow you around everywhere you go making sure that you are ok. You aren't letting this friendship go, I am, because it's not much of anything now. Our times have slowly stopped being fun... When did we last have an exciting or fun moment. Yeah, difficult to remember, isn't it? As for you tripping all over yourself apologizing- it doesn't mean so much anymore. You never apologize when it most counts. And when you do, it's like pulling teeth to get any regret or sorrow or sympathy out of you. This is not all about you, I do not recall
ever 'saying' that in my last e-mail. It is both of our faults, and they are too great now. We grew in two different directions Kaydee. Even if we were to try, it would be tough growing back. I am putting half the blame on you, but I am removng myself from the situation, because I don't enjoy blaming people for anything.
P.S. The world is not out to get me, but the people who are, or even the ones who makes sensless and rude remarks about me had better make damn sure they know what they're getting at because they've all got a rude awakening coming if they don't.
P.P.S. Someone once told me that friends accept you for the person you are, and they will want to help you better yourself positively. You don't, so many people have wanted to change me, and look at my relationships with them now. Disintegrated.
-Michael
RESPONSE:
You amuse me. Dramatizing situations that lack sufficient material is a specialty of yours. I had forgotten.
You hate me, you've professed. knowledge of this will take time to settle in, and longer to heal, but living is something I have yet to figure out how to take part in anyway. Our current disposition leaves room for discomfort. But considering you put forth the effort to place a void across our friendship, you rightfully have the responsibility of making certain that your everyday business doesn't interact with me and my peddling about.
I neglected to accuse you of negativity, but apparently, as you often do, you've taken to 'misinterpreting,' or 'misunderstanding'. Having done this you continued to bring a selective statement straight pass go and down to a defense against you and your moral disposition. But thank you, that brought me to a separate, more unveiled level of thinking where i preceded to realize, "hey, Michael is more negative than i could ever fathom being". And you are, I am but a young grasshopper dodging in the shadows of your lime light.
Are you testing my observation skills or are you actually really that buoyant? your little friendship statement, I swear, it brought me to tears, but let's attempt self appliance. Shall we? (not hypicritical in the least) If I'm so god awful for your dwindling self-esteem, why not....being the !outstanding! friend you are....try to help me out here? In opposition, run from a fire in which the wick is not so strong. Hey Michael, please, discard the old, just let an assembly line form from the new.
If you define support as laughing and questioning every action, remark, compliment, acknowledgment, I make....I would prefer you stray away from me as well. I too, do not need the assistance of an overbearing assault weapon such as yourself.
Why haven't we been out to have a good time Michael? I couldn't tell you....i could only reply suggesting that the times pined up on the wall as memoirs are all from a phone call or suggestion from yours truly. I, foolish in my spirit, called you up a few weeks back, sensing the issue in hand and attempted to make right out of an ocean of wrong that apparently only I am drowning in. You neglected to profess to me that you too saw the holes and strains forming in the bonds of our friendship, I tried...you did not.
Can you begin to even date an occurrence where you called me up and asked me to join you in something, because every attempt i've made is futile. I fail to recall one incident. How are we supposed to have good times if they are only brought to one person by the other on a silver platter? So many events parallel so many others.
Remember that the accusations you've conjured from our faults are but opinions in my "insult[ing] and slanderous" eyes.
I suppose i will have to condition my endurance to handle breathing under toned and subjective skies for as long as time will allow. As for yourself, let it all be about you, be the everlasting game show Michael, pressure and mental anguish lifted at the crucifixion of our friendship. I however will prevail enough to chain a waterfall to my bruised and withered potential.
and for that, i thank you.
love,
kaydee
michael wrote me a letter that greatly disturbed me when i read it earlier today. I responded back...and he replied with a bow and arrow.
THE FINAL BLOW:
My personal problems are my own. You are compounding them, meaning you aren't helping me get over them. As for my negativity, it all begin with your spaz attack doing our english extra credit and it continued to every little insult and slanderous comment about me Kaydee. The bottom line is I think that for one time since I have known you, I don't want to be near you, and I don't want to shower you with attention and follow you around everywhere you go making sure that you are ok. You aren't letting this friendship go, I am, because it's not much of anything now. Our times have slowly stopped being fun... When did we last have an exciting or fun moment. Yeah, difficult to remember, isn't it? As for you tripping all over yourself apologizing- it doesn't mean so much anymore. You never apologize when it most counts. And when you do, it's like pulling teeth to get any regret or sorrow or sympathy out of you. This is not all about you, I do not recall
ever 'saying' that in my last e-mail. It is both of our faults, and they are too great now. We grew in two different directions Kaydee. Even if we were to try, it would be tough growing back. I am putting half the blame on you, but I am removng myself from the situation, because I don't enjoy blaming people for anything.
P.S. The world is not out to get me, but the people who are, or even the ones who makes sensless and rude remarks about me had better make damn sure they know what they're getting at because they've all got a rude awakening coming if they don't.
P.P.S. Someone once told me that friends accept you for the person you are, and they will want to help you better yourself positively. You don't, so many people have wanted to change me, and look at my relationships with them now. Disintegrated.
-Michael
RESPONSE:
You amuse me. Dramatizing situations that lack sufficient material is a specialty of yours. I had forgotten.
You hate me, you've professed. knowledge of this will take time to settle in, and longer to heal, but living is something I have yet to figure out how to take part in anyway. Our current disposition leaves room for discomfort. But considering you put forth the effort to place a void across our friendship, you rightfully have the responsibility of making certain that your everyday business doesn't interact with me and my peddling about.
I neglected to accuse you of negativity, but apparently, as you often do, you've taken to 'misinterpreting,' or 'misunderstanding'. Having done this you continued to bring a selective statement straight pass go and down to a defense against you and your moral disposition. But thank you, that brought me to a separate, more unveiled level of thinking where i preceded to realize, "hey, Michael is more negative than i could ever fathom being". And you are, I am but a young grasshopper dodging in the shadows of your lime light.
Are you testing my observation skills or are you actually really that buoyant? your little friendship statement, I swear, it brought me to tears, but let's attempt self appliance. Shall we? (not hypicritical in the least) If I'm so god awful for your dwindling self-esteem, why not....being the !outstanding! friend you are....try to help me out here? In opposition, run from a fire in which the wick is not so strong. Hey Michael, please, discard the old, just let an assembly line form from the new.
If you define support as laughing and questioning every action, remark, compliment, acknowledgment, I make....I would prefer you stray away from me as well. I too, do not need the assistance of an overbearing assault weapon such as yourself.
Why haven't we been out to have a good time Michael? I couldn't tell you....i could only reply suggesting that the times pined up on the wall as memoirs are all from a phone call or suggestion from yours truly. I, foolish in my spirit, called you up a few weeks back, sensing the issue in hand and attempted to make right out of an ocean of wrong that apparently only I am drowning in. You neglected to profess to me that you too saw the holes and strains forming in the bonds of our friendship, I tried...you did not.
Can you begin to even date an occurrence where you called me up and asked me to join you in something, because every attempt i've made is futile. I fail to recall one incident. How are we supposed to have good times if they are only brought to one person by the other on a silver platter? So many events parallel so many others.
Remember that the accusations you've conjured from our faults are but opinions in my "insult[ing] and slanderous" eyes.
I suppose i will have to condition my endurance to handle breathing under toned and subjective skies for as long as time will allow. As for yourself, let it all be about you, be the everlasting game show Michael, pressure and mental anguish lifted at the crucifixion of our friendship. I however will prevail enough to chain a waterfall to my bruised and withered potential.
and for that, i thank you.
love,
kaydee