Dear Friend, this is coming from the heart and from hatred, perhaps a little moody and emo but very cathartic.

The things I want to say to you: Good Luck and Go Fuck Yourself

We all have dark times I know, but you started it. After I repeatedly asked you what was bothering you. You said it was nothing and I knew that wasn’t true. “Make it make sense” is what you said.  I’m controlling. A statement that I consider our final words of friendship. You extended an olive branch that was equal parts petty and conniving. I took it but vowed that we would never reach the same peak we had in the past. I vowed that the memories we had were now tainted with your betrayal. All for a random wandering soul. You staked our friendship on no one. Did you want our friendship to end over this, cause it did. You claim my personality was the problem, if that’s the cause you should have distanced yourself years ago and not let the problem come to a head. You should have done so many things differently. I don’t think we should have been friends ever. Good Luck and Go Fuck Yourself

Dear Friend, I apologize for the malice in this. i hope you are alright