Jan 15, 2010 16:58
Okay, I've seriously had it.
You really don't want to be mature about things, fine. Go ahead and paint me as your villain in the mess you created in the first place. This isn't the first time someone's used me as their scapegoat because they don't want to own up to their mistakes, so go right ahead. I am so over your bullshit and your pretending to be mature and only sounding smart instead of acting smart.
Here, in my journal, I'll say it exactly the way it should have been said in the email because you like putting words in my mouth.
YES, YOU'RE ABNORMAL. FOR MAKING AN ISSUE DRAG ON FOR SO LONG AND IGNORING WHAT YOUR GIRLFRIEND HAD ALREADY TOLD YOU. YOU'RE ABNORMAL FOR GETTING BUTTHURT OVER SHIT THAT WASN'T EVEN THE WHOLE POINT OF THE EMAIL I SENT YOU.
There, happy? I used your words now.
At this point, I don't even know how I could have still held so much respect for you, but thanks to what I found out, that's all gone now. Thanks for letting me down too.
I suppose because I was the only one who cared enough to call you out on what you were doing wrong, you think that you have every right to play the victim in this mess and try to get sympathy from others who don't know the whole story. Yeah, real classy move there. You prefer fans over friends, thanks for letting me know. At least now, I know not to get my hopes up where you're concerned.
You say you didn't want me to involve myself? Well, then maybe you should have been more determined to fix things instead of stalling and forcing your girlfriend into a situation where she felt she had to vent to someone else. You know why I got involved? Because for the longest time since you started to fucking stall, your girlfriend would text me about how lost and hurt she was feeling at times I should have been in bed. Those hours of sleep I sacrificed to listen to her and try to console her and no, I don't regret sacrificing my sleep for that. Even if she had texted me at any other time of day, I still wouldn't be able to sleep, knowing that I had a friend who was emotionally distressed.
And for your fucking information, I didn't plant any seeds of doubt in her head that weren't already planted by you and your stupid bullshit about having feelings for someone else and then not wanting to do anything about it and just telling her to ignore everything because "nothing was bound to happen". BULL-FUCKING-SHIT. Like that should reassure her. Do you know why I couldn't keep quiet? Because the shit you pulled reminded me so fucking much of the shit *I* pulled years ago. And when you encounter someone who reminds you of the past you, it's annoying. It's annoying in ways that I can't even describe because I happen to hate being confronted with the past things that I did that I regret to this very day. The only difference between you and me is that I've been trying to make up for it by getting myself out of the cycle and not hurting other people I care about in the same way I did before. And that would include making the same excuses you made.
Out of all the things that you could possibly get all hurt over, it's WoW? Fucking hell, you're really taking your priorities to a different level, aren't you? Even my brother wouldn't get so fucking messed up over a game, but you conveniently missed the entire point of the email. Oh, and by the fucking way, even if I didn't include that in my email, it's already stupidly obvious and all over your LJ. So obvious that your girlfriend also texted me about it and I couldn't find it in me to disagree. Because that's how you roll, apparently. You like your games more than you like fixing relationship issues. You say you want to make it work with your girlfriend but you don't want to go as far as to pick up your own mess. So you can toss that whole "I wanna spend the rest of my life with you" line around like candy and hope that it'll put her doubts to rest without you ever doing what she needs you to do.
And it'd have to take a vindictive, evil bitch like me to push you to do something.
THANK YOU. NOW I REALLY SEE WHAT I WAS WORTH TO YOU.