Oct 28, 2007 00:59
"If you read this, if your eyes are passing over this right now, even if we don't speak often, please post a comment with a memory of you and me. It can be anything you want -- good or bad. When you're finished, post this little paragraph on your blog and be surprised (or mortified) about what people remember about you.
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So honestly, James, I don't know if I can talk to you anytime soon, until you can fucking figure out your shit. I don't know why I tried to help you so many times when you wouldn't listen to me, when you shoved me away, pushed me back and pulled me in so many times, I'm still stressed out because of all the shit that happened, all the nights I was alone, crying over you...whatever happened to going to Hawaii? I'm sure you wouldn't "approve" of how I'm living my life nowdays anyway, so why do you even want to be my friend, huh? WHY? You took me for granted for almost two years, I'm sorry but, I don't see us being best buddies anytime soon. Sure, I made mistakes, too, I was paranoid, I kissed a couple guys, and to this day I feel sorry for that, I feel sorry not only that I kissed them, but that I continued to see you in spite of the fact that you didn't want to work on your shit enough to keep a relationship with me, I should have seen that red sign long before it burned me in the ass...
I expect nothing, but if you're going to reply, don't type it on here, email me, I hate this thing and only use it occasionally.
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