I'd always thought that we had something so much more concrete, more substantial to hold on to. Turns out it was terribly misconstrued to begin with. You'd think that after knowing each other for a good __ years, you might at least have some decency to explain matters. Apparently not. Many a time have I found our foundations tottering, and I wonder why I even tried to salvage the rickety rocks. it worked, eventually, we always picked up where we left off. But it seems to me that I was the only one who was aware of the erratic, inconsistent relationship (What was it ever?) we had. I've tolerated, gritted my teeth and put up with your thick-headed torpidity. You arrange to go out, I make it a point to cancel activities/go home early/etc etc, but you always, oh so fucking conveniently, brush it off like you never said a thing. Not even a word to tell me that you can't go (Which I always knew you could. You were always online.). Nada. Zilch. Never knew opening a damned MSN window, or sending a simple text message was that tedious a task. And you have the cheek, the damned gall, to ask me for my company when you yourself need to have something done. Naivety's a thing of my past, I've come to the point whereby your excuses, or the lack thereof, have proved to be ineffectual in trying to sustain this shit we have. Or was it merely covering up for yourself? Anyhow, goodbye. Took me long enough to realize that someone like you is in no way worthy of trust. No use lamenting your insipid, humdrum life like you always did now. Take a good look at yourself first. It might not always be others' faults, for you yourself are the least qualified to speak about theirs.
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