And now there is you.
You who I thought was one of my best friends.
We’ve fought, yeah. Had some really big ones, too.
But I’ve never taken from you like you have from me. And I’ve never let people take from me the way you have to me. And I never would.
It puzzles me so much that you can ignore my phone calls, and leave me. Abandon me. You can talk to my ex, who has fucked you over countless times. You can talk to my cousin, who takes advantage of you. You can talk to her husband, who is one of the biggest pieces of shit either of us know.
I mean, I get it. Your husband is a psycho, who not only for some reason thinks that you’re dyking it out, (which is hilarious to anyone who knows either of us), but thinks that you’re doing it with me. I get it. We can’t be friends because he’s a douche bag. Fine.
The least you can do is pick up the phone once to let me know. Because you and I both know that not only are you two not going to end, but that we can’t be friends if you don’t. Okay. But Jesus, you can’t even tell me that you wish it were different? That you wish somehow we could be what we were.
After all that I have done for you, and for him, and for your family, you can’t even just tell me what the hell is going on?
You can talk to people who have deliberately fucked you over for their benefit, but you can’t pick up the phone for someone who never has?
How am I supposed to tell you that I need you right now? If you can’t even be bothered to say hello?
I guess..I guess that’s really all I have to say to you..everything else only matters depending on how you would reply to this. And since..well..you won’t..I guess we’ll never know.