A FINAL GOODBYE TO THE SELF ACCLAIMED GUARDIAN ANGEL OF DEVIANTART
I didn't reply because I felt I had nothing more to add, that nothing more needed to be said. I felt that we'd reached a sense of peace in our friendship, and that your last comment was the perfect finish to that conversation. But thanks for blocking me without giving me a chance to explain. Thanks for making assumptions and attacking me. And thank you so much for destroying what little self esteem I actually had. I thought we'd fixed things. I'd apologized for my mistakes. I thought we had closed it on a happy note. But I guess not. Fuck me, right? No, fuck you. FUCK. YOU. I'm done with your shitty attitude, I'm done with you blaming me for our differences. I'm tired of your self-righteous attitude and how you act like you're some sort of shining angel of the internet. You're not. You report people on DA and you make blogs where you search the dark corners of the internet for fetish artists and mock them. What is your fucking problem? And you have the nerve to tell me that I'm screwing up my life? I'm sorry that dropping out of college didn't fit your narrow-minded view of what success in life could look like. Did you ever truly listen to a word I said? I honestly wish I'd never tried to help you back in college, because "too formal" Nylten would be so much better than the self-righteous asshat of a bully you've become. You say I've changed? At least my bad decisions are only hurting myself. You played internet therapist for years and then complained that you were stuck in something that no one asked you to do in the first place. "Nylten the Martyr", sacrificing yourself for the "troubled users of iBrony" when you could barely keep a handle on your own life as you overworked yourself into multiple anxiety attacks. You should have just told them to get real professional help. I hate to post this in public, but you blocking me on everything leaves me no other method of communication and this needs to be said. Hopefully you'll see it. Who gives a fuck if you don't? You're not going to change, you're just going to keep blaming others every time you don't like something. You're exactly like Clam was. Blaming me because I'm not who you think I should be. And I wonder why my friends have to keep convincing me that they actually like having me around. Again, fuck you. So this is it. This is the death of our friendship. I'm not even going to bother trying to salvage it again. I've apologized too many times, taken the blame too many times. You're fucking right I've changed. I've become me, sans you. So go draw some fucking "super emotional vent art". At least however you choose to villainize me, I'll have fucking deserved it now. I couldn't stand to be the subject of a rage-based art piece because you threw another tantrum without even trying to ask why I hadn't responded. You overreacted like I'd tried to heal you outside a safe room.
