Gloomy Goodbye
I got some angry responses from my last post, direct from the person in question. I'd private message you, but you have that turned off so I cannot.
I had a lot more to do with you getting your man and getting him back, than just being friends with him. Remember that New Years when I went out of my way to get you to a party to meet him? And I also remember that I had to convince him to date you in the first place. Then I remember talking to both of you to get you back together. I guess you don't remember that. You may not have known I had any part in that. I did.
I'm not going to call you, no, if we're not operating under the pretense of friends, I don't need to call you and talk to you about anything. I just kind of thought that we were friends, but I guess I was friends with you and you were never friends with me back. That's fine, now that we got that settled, don't be fake nice to me next time you see me out at the bar, or forget about this three months down the road when you're drunk and in my face trying to be cute.
As for you, LiveJournal, the time has come. After years and years of using you for your intended use as a journal, it turns out that I can't trust you or most of the people on it. I'm done with you, too. Blame it on the rampant, unchecked mental illness of others.
I had a lot more to do with you getting your man and getting him back, than just being friends with him. Remember that New Years when I went out of my way to get you to a party to meet him? And I also remember that I had to convince him to date you in the first place. Then I remember talking to both of you to get you back together. I guess you don't remember that. You may not have known I had any part in that. I did.
I'm not going to call you, no, if we're not operating under the pretense of friends, I don't need to call you and talk to you about anything. I just kind of thought that we were friends, but I guess I was friends with you and you were never friends with me back. That's fine, now that we got that settled, don't be fake nice to me next time you see me out at the bar, or forget about this three months down the road when you're drunk and in my face trying to be cute.
As for you, LiveJournal, the time has come. After years and years of using you for your intended use as a journal, it turns out that I can't trust you or most of the people on it. I'm done with you, too. Blame it on the rampant, unchecked mental illness of others.