Fucking guy
...written on 2004-10-13, @ 10:15 p.m.
Bye Brad. I really regret ever keeping in contact with you. I really wish I had been the one to severe ties. But ties are in fact severed. You are deleted out of my phone, off of my buddy list, and gone from the address book. I feel very used right now. You are a negative person. You always put me down. Always. Countless times you made me break down and cry. All I ever wanted to do was make you happy. But seriously, who the hell makes a rules for a friendship? I should be able to talk about whoever I fucking want to talk about. Friends can talk about whatever they want to, and the other friend will listen, regardless if they actually care about what is happening.
Ugh. I could go on about lots of things. But I don't want to waste my time on you. Enough time and love and money and love and tears and caring have already been wasted on you. And never reciprocated. Never. So Fuck You. Go live your happy life which is so much more difficult and harder than mine is. Leaves me with one less thing to stress over.