I've never had a best friend so alarmingly abuse, ignore, blame and abandon me before in my life.
Plus, Johnny, if you're going to cry that you've never been so bloody misunderstood in your arbitrary requests, at least cop to the invitation you left open for me to write to you in the future, the multiple times you assured me that what you wanted more was to be good friends again but you'd made an arbitrary decision, and accept that your version of a clean fucking break has been for me like having everything I used to rely on replaced with the most brittle glass.
Also you can't really have a clean break when you've got skeletons in your closet, and those, sweetheart, are all yours; they wouldn't be there without you and your preference for hiding your horrors instead of becoming a better person.
Those metaphors don't mix very well.
Also you can't really have a clean break when you've got skeletons in your closet, and those, sweetheart, are all yours; they wouldn't be there without you and your preference for hiding your horrors instead of becoming a better person.
Those metaphors don't mix very well.