I have the comfort of knowing that many of you (followers) have left.
Allowing me to be myself for the moment / disregard.
I have a few things to say anonymously.
Person 1: I’m terribly sorry for acting out, causing problems—a tangle in our friendship. I never meant to be cruel or embarrassing.
Person 2: I’m sorry for lying to you. You were terrible to me and I couldn’t help but find a way out. I still find myself thinking about you. I know you loved me to my core. The hardest thing to forget. The ‘sting’ you referenced, I felt it too. I just couldn’t deal with the facts anymore than I should’ve. You were a cheater and I was too good for you.
Person 3: I intentionally brought you back into my life to prove a point. That I could be friends with someone who meant nothing but ‘appearance-wise’ meant everything. I could never forgive you; I just taught myself to know the difference.
Person 4: You’re a drunk and I still love you for it. You pay my way to make me feel better and I’ve, honestly, come to terms. I still wish that you’d come visit, but it’s understandable that you don’t.
Person 5: I lived with you for years. You’re a blood relative. I get the call today. You’re in the hospital and you’re not breathing. There’s a 90% chance that you will die. And I’m selfish in worrying if I can afford to take off of work anymore than I have. I do love you and I am sorry. I couldn’t visit you if I tried.
Person 6: I read the things you wrote about me and I’m disheartened by them. I do my damnedest to be the better girl, but it’s grows more difficult each day. You’re too sudden. The minute I’m willing and ready, you claw me back in with your apology and/or defense. Honest, I’m sick of it. Cut me loose already.
Person 7: You were terrible. You’re trying to makeup for six years of bullshit and it’s just not going to happen. No matter how extravagant you are.
Still getting followers.
Follow my new blog.
How am I still getting followers on this blog? I’m almost to 1,000. Jesus, you guys. I switched over here.