an open letter:

Aug 21, 2005 03:55

I'm sorry I'm a bad friend. I'm sorry that I can't pay you back for all the cigarettes I've smoked and shari's you've bought me. I'm sorry my temper is such that you feel you have to walk on eggshells. I'm sorry that I'm such a dead weight. I'm sorry I make you sad or angry or both. I'm sorry I lost your cd's (I honestly don't remember getting them, but I'll check through my cd's again anyways) and that I'm unreliable in just about every department. I'm sorry that I have no job or goals. I'm sorry that we were never able to talk about these things without feelings being hurt. You never needed me at all, at least the way you felt you did. On the flip side, you admit that you clung to me because you thought I was the only one you had. Try being on that side of the equation for a while. I'm not going to say that it was hard or whatever bullshit excuse for my behavior may seem right to say to save me from being the asshole in this situation. I didn't mean for this to happen, but I've made my bed and I'll lie in it.
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