When people don’t respond to your messages, when they block you from their social networking sites, when they’ve stopped talking to you, and when they ignore your general existence, this does not mean that: my computer is messed up, AIM is messed up, you should take to stalking my blog, I might have not seen you, I didn’t hear you, or I didn’t feel your annoying taps on the shoulder. This means: please leave me alone.
Seriously dude? I’ve not done anything wrong to you. I’m going to be one of the nicest people you’ll ever meet and I’ve always had the most respect for you. Even when you thought we were becoming too close and was acting like a complete tool because of it “for my own good” or to “toughen me up” as you’ve said, I was cool with it. I came back. I was always cool with your annoying habits. I never tried to change you in any way. I liked you for who you were, even if the feeling wasn’t mutual and you constantly tried to turn me into this dreamgirl you had. You have no idea how to even be a friend, and I was okay with that. You’ve lived under a rock most your life and I’ve got time. I’ve never even said anything bad about you on this journal. We ran parallel and at times it seemed as if you and I shared the same mind. So you can see my frustration with this? I mean seriously, you left me high and dry and treated me as a second-class friend and then tried to talk your way out of it. I mean who the fuck ranks friends like that? You can’t even apologize genuinely, and even then, why would it be. You still think you’re right. And even then, I would have forgiven you within time. That is, until you tried to barge your way back into my life by just making coming home and being online completely dreadful.
Cant you understand why I don’t want any association with you? And even if you don’t, why can’t you respect my wish to not have you in my life, as I’ve always respected your wishes?
It’s gotten to the point where I dread coming home on the bus because you make things so uncomfortable in there. I don’t like blogging on this journal because I know you’re reading it, and will continue to do so even though you said you’d stop (yes I’ve read your messages, and yes I’m just choosing to ignore them). Last Friday I even got off the bus when I realized you were the person tapping my shoulder and took the long way home. I didn’t mean to snap at you on the bus because I hate being outwardly mean to people, but I’m really tired of running.
Seriously, drop it, alright? It’s not friggen’ worth it and I know you’ve got more respect for yourself than this.
Or at least, buy me some candy like Annoying Guy tried to do. :P