Fuck I should be over this by now but it would be a hellova lot easier if I wasn’t asked about you on a daily basis. Fine. One more rant to get it off my mind. So you keep telling me to “come back to you when i return to my old self” and “stop fucking my life up” really now? It’s not like I go crying to you, all I did was ask you for advice ONCE and I know I didn’t take it BUT I WAS DRUNK. Tell me now: what exactly did you expect? All I ever asked from you was friendship and a good time. Well excuse me bitch but i though that maybe, after growing up together and after 9 fucking years of being best friends, that it wouldn’t be too much trouble for you to stick things out with me when I’m going through a rough time? My fucking world is falling apart and instead of being here for me like a friend should be, you decided to abandon me until i “get better” Well FUCK YOU TOO. I tried to fix things with you. I attempted to hang out with you TWICE after that ‘fight’, if you can really even call it that. Then I wrote you a long apology letter saying that I’m over it and I don’t really care who’s right or wrong anymore and that I just wanted my friend back. Your reply? A bitchy little comment in your going-away blog. Guess we weren’t as close as we let on.