"Ur not over it?
cute little text.
Hrm. No. I'm not.
My immediate reaction is "SCREW YOU." Why would you ask me such a question? It's degrading... filled with pity and shock. I interpret it as "wow, you're still not over it? You can't get over it? Your actions are ridiculous!"
So the fuck what if what occurred scarred me and left me feeling pretty fucking shitty. So what? So what if I choose not to talk to you because I believe it empowers me and allows me to move on at the pace that I want to? So. the. fuck. what?
This is why I am not your friend. Because as much as you have "good intent" and as much as you supposedly can be my friend and love me like no other, we still have not found a common ground of understanding and mutual respect.
So. Thousands of miles away, I am still pestered by this.
Hrm. No. I'm not.
My immediate reaction is "SCREW YOU." Why would you ask me such a question? It's degrading... filled with pity and shock. I interpret it as "wow, you're still not over it? You can't get over it? Your actions are ridiculous!"
So the fuck what if what occurred scarred me and left me feeling pretty fucking shitty. So what? So what if I choose not to talk to you because I believe it empowers me and allows me to move on at the pace that I want to? So. the. fuck. what?
This is why I am not your friend. Because as much as you have "good intent" and as much as you supposedly can be my friend and love me like no other, we still have not found a common ground of understanding and mutual respect.
So. Thousands of miles away, I am still pestered by this.