Dear ex bestfriend, Dear bestfriend,
dear ex best friend,
i’m sorry about all the nasty shit i’ve cost you and i’m glad you finally have the chance to figure that out. uhh. you are still really rad, and i miss you, and i have a lot of v confusing thoughts about you every day, and, scary dreams, and sometimes i forget we’re not still a thing and it’s, really fuckin weird learning to work around the giant hole in how my life used to work. i don’t regret ending it because i think we would have stayed confused forever if i hadn’t, but i regret not still knowing you. thanks for a great three years— you taught me more about myself than anyone ever has, and i’m more proud of things i accomplished with you than anything else i’ve ever done, and i’m sorry about. the bad taste it’s left in both of our mouths.
dear best friend,
THANK YOU FOR PUTTING UP WITH ALL OF MY BULLSHIT and that being said i think we have the healthiest friendship i’ve ever had? ever? and i’m sorry you’ve been feelin so nasty lately and i’m glad that i can at least be. slightly helpful. with your anxiety etc despite the fact that i always bleed my own all over it wh oo ps
still you’re the nicest and most hospitable person i have ever WITNESSED and really really perceptive and helpful and an excellent cosplayer, and also fuckin hilarious and a lot more interesting than you give yourself credit for, and, an excellent partner in crime though not actual crime because i know that makes you nervous i. mean. because that would be wrong. ty 4 being perfect <>
