the most wonderful thing to me is that I was hella positive when we broke up & now I feel like shit & you’re hella positive. like I really really love the situational irony. I am all about it. & I’m not jealous at all, if anything, I’m fucking ecstatic for you. I just would also like to be happy.
we’re not friends anymore bc you’re overbearing & I’m a mess. & you don’t deal with messes well for me. you just try to be chipper all the fucking time & wait for something to change. & you never talk about how you’re feeling bc you don’t want to be a burden or a distraction from my shit.
but like that’s what you were there for—to be a fucking distraction. like you distracted me from how much I want to kill myself still. how much I hate my parents. how much I hated senior year. how much therapy was a fucking waste of time & money. how much college terrifies me. how much I can’t handle having good things in my life.
so you could have fucking been honest with me bc I would have felt better had I been able to be there for you too, instead of you fucking pretending for my sake.
also, don’t call me a “good friend” because you will never know how good of a friend I am when you’re honest with me.
& another thing: I’m a fucking great friend. sure I’m fussy, & like there are a million emotional things that are wrong with me, but I’m a cat. & my friends know that, & they accept that & they love me for it anyway. i would die for them any day. & I can’t say I would do the same for you. so keep being such a kind, seemingly genuine person, & spreading light & sunshine. you’re so good at it.














