major concerns concerining myself
Okay, so the TPing was a little bit uncalled for. But you've been a dick lately, and as you said, there's no such thing as too much joking around. If you can't take a joke, maybe you shouldn't be on the team, right? And that's what it was, for me anyway. I don't know about the other two, but from me to you, it was a joke. But I do have to say, if you're going to bitch at me for "being rude", it logically follows that you should be polite to me. Ending a conversation with "well, fuck you" and then blocking me on AIM doesn't really constitute as polite. In fact, I'd even say it was immature.
I'm not saying, I'm just saying.
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The time to move to Colorado would have been last summer. It was convenient for everyone but me-- Mom would have gotten her change of scenery, Dad would have gotten his new job, Jamie would have started first grade in a new school. Moving me before my senior year would have sucked dick, but I'm pretty transplantable. I would have done alright for myself.
The time to move to Colorado is not this summer. Not right before I go to college. I was pretty lenient with the moving idea before, even encouraging it at times. But I'm putting my foot down now-- I will not move. Not my last summer with my high school friends, please. Don't move me in June and make me spend two worthless months wasting away in Colorado, biding my time until I move into my dorm. I wouldn't even be able to get a real job in that time, let alone make friends. You could have separated me before, but don't do it now. I would have been reasonably upset last summer, but it would downright crush me to move this summer. I've made the commitment to my friends, and I don't want to leave. I'll rent an apartment for those two months if it comes down to it, but I am staying here.
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I don't want to choose between you and her. In reality, no one is making me choose, but my conscience is tearing me up. Eventually, I'll have to choose. Things ended poorly between y'all, that much is true. You hardly speak to each other anymore, and when y'all do, it ends in an argument. It's hard enough being friends with you, but you're asking me to be a little more than friends. It's not that I'm opposed to the idea, although it does test a lot of what I've been taught. It's time for change, though, and what I've been taught is old and could stand for some testing. So that's not the problem.
It's not you, it's her. She and I are close friends, closer than you and I are. And every time you talk to me, I feel like I'm betraying her, and I don't know how much longer I can stand it. She tells me everything in full honesty. How much longer can I shrug, smile, and tell her lies?
Of course, the point will be moot if you can't get over yourself and quit being such a douche.
I'm not saying, I'm just saying.
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The time to move to Colorado would have been last summer. It was convenient for everyone but me-- Mom would have gotten her change of scenery, Dad would have gotten his new job, Jamie would have started first grade in a new school. Moving me before my senior year would have sucked dick, but I'm pretty transplantable. I would have done alright for myself.
The time to move to Colorado is not this summer. Not right before I go to college. I was pretty lenient with the moving idea before, even encouraging it at times. But I'm putting my foot down now-- I will not move. Not my last summer with my high school friends, please. Don't move me in June and make me spend two worthless months wasting away in Colorado, biding my time until I move into my dorm. I wouldn't even be able to get a real job in that time, let alone make friends. You could have separated me before, but don't do it now. I would have been reasonably upset last summer, but it would downright crush me to move this summer. I've made the commitment to my friends, and I don't want to leave. I'll rent an apartment for those two months if it comes down to it, but I am staying here.
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I don't want to choose between you and her. In reality, no one is making me choose, but my conscience is tearing me up. Eventually, I'll have to choose. Things ended poorly between y'all, that much is true. You hardly speak to each other anymore, and when y'all do, it ends in an argument. It's hard enough being friends with you, but you're asking me to be a little more than friends. It's not that I'm opposed to the idea, although it does test a lot of what I've been taught. It's time for change, though, and what I've been taught is old and could stand for some testing. So that's not the problem.
It's not you, it's her. She and I are close friends, closer than you and I are. And every time you talk to me, I feel like I'm betraying her, and I don't know how much longer I can stand it. She tells me everything in full honesty. How much longer can I shrug, smile, and tell her lies?
Of course, the point will be moot if you can't get over yourself and quit being such a douche.