Step in line.
No wonder I don't care to have either of you in my life.
My suspicions were confirmed, and now I know what my decision will be.
Not like I meant much in your lives, but you both meant a lot in mine. I guess my trust and faith was misplaced.
Oh well, doesn't matter now. I am done and through with your high school bullshit and immature ways of keeping yourselves entertained.
If having laughs at my expense are really that entertaining to you both, then by all means, continue. It won't make it back to me because it seems like you two are ruining friendships left and right anyway. But it's okay, I'm sure a certain someone will still be around! And the three of you can have circle jerks about how terrible of a person I am.
I no longer care about you two. I don't need a couple in my life who care more about being complete fucking disrespectful douchebags than being decent people.
Have fun with your illusions and your shit-talk. I'm sure that after awhile, you both will get bored of me and move on to someone else. I feel sorry for whoever comes your way next.
You two made the choice to end this friendship a long time ago, but now I'm just finishing it up on my end.
But, in the end, I pray that both of you are happy with the decisions you've made.
Because when it comes crashing down, you'll realize the mistakes you've made and attempt to remedy them.
By then though, I'm sure it'll be too late.
I don't want to talk with either of you. I have blocked both of you on every medium I can, so don't even bother trying to talk to me. I'm sure that any attempts of communication will just be to bitch at me, as if I've done something wrong. Any messages that get through will be ignored and deleted.
If we happen to run to each other in person, I hope that civility can be maintained. I don't talk to you, you don't talk to me. Easy agreement, yes?
But, this journal entry is where this all ends.
Goodbye.
My suspicions were confirmed, and now I know what my decision will be.
Not like I meant much in your lives, but you both meant a lot in mine. I guess my trust and faith was misplaced.
Oh well, doesn't matter now. I am done and through with your high school bullshit and immature ways of keeping yourselves entertained.
If having laughs at my expense are really that entertaining to you both, then by all means, continue. It won't make it back to me because it seems like you two are ruining friendships left and right anyway. But it's okay, I'm sure a certain someone will still be around! And the three of you can have circle jerks about how terrible of a person I am.
I no longer care about you two. I don't need a couple in my life who care more about being complete fucking disrespectful douchebags than being decent people.
Have fun with your illusions and your shit-talk. I'm sure that after awhile, you both will get bored of me and move on to someone else. I feel sorry for whoever comes your way next.
You two made the choice to end this friendship a long time ago, but now I'm just finishing it up on my end.
But, in the end, I pray that both of you are happy with the decisions you've made.
Because when it comes crashing down, you'll realize the mistakes you've made and attempt to remedy them.
By then though, I'm sure it'll be too late.
I don't want to talk with either of you. I have blocked both of you on every medium I can, so don't even bother trying to talk to me. I'm sure that any attempts of communication will just be to bitch at me, as if I've done something wrong. Any messages that get through will be ignored and deleted.
If we happen to run to each other in person, I hope that civility can be maintained. I don't talk to you, you don't talk to me. Easy agreement, yes?
But, this journal entry is where this all ends.
Goodbye.