I am about to call you out right now. I know you'll fucking see this, that somebody will tell you. You make me sick, you really do. I am literally sick, throwing up over this bullshit.
I told you once I was afraid you'd get more attention then me, a natural worry and you go off on a pity party, a wild tangent of "Am I a bad friend?" "Should I just delete?"
No. You weren't then. Now I am listening to common sense. Now I am tired of the one and only time I admitted I was scared to you. You run off and have a 'panic attack'. You threw a fit when a new Crow blog dared show, but I admit to fear just a little bit of insecurity and I'm a villain.
Now you make me out to be a bitch while you play the victim putting your most beloved blog on hiatus and making sure my friends know it's my fault.
Until you can act like a fucking adult and talk out your problems like I have tried to do with you. Don't contact me. Don't add me back to skype, do not send me asks. Don't ask your friends, or our mutual friends to relay messages to me.
I can barely breath, I'm in tears, my hands and my body shake in rage and sadness. But until you act like a friend, do not come back to me. You are deleted, not blocked. You are free to talk to me when you feel like being mature as I have tried my hardest to be with you.