It’s sad when a girl you so affectionately refer to as crazy girl can become part of your life as you phase me out. I’ve been your crutch, your shoulder and listening ear for the last two years. But that’s all over now, apparently.
It’s okay, I deserve more than an empty promise that we’ll talk more. I deserve to be happy, you told me so. So that’s what I’m going to do.
You enjoy crazy girl. Maybe she’ll learn soon that crying in the back of trucks or on the stairs if your apartment isn’t attractive. Maybe she’ll become less crazy and not lock you in the laundry room again.
Yeah, you have fun “working through things” with that…I know it’s every guys dream.