so
… francis ghosted me, i just spent two hours reminiscing on old times, and i have no clue if anyone is still here. not ideal, but could be worse
@written-by-baudelaire waves into the void
well, well, fucking well. look what the cat dragged in! blaming me for “ghosting” you when you left me two years ago without a word! it was really funny when you did that, i liked it a lot actually.
it’s more complicated than you think. i’m…sorry. i hope you’re okay.
more complicated than i think? you’re going to sit here and tell me how i think, now? oh that’s rich, coming from the guy that doesn’t even know what he’s thinking half the time! you hope i’m okay? yeah i’m okay, except for the fact that none of my friends or family talk to me anymore, the one singular person i loved left me and probably forgot about me until recently, and here i am ALONE with my thoughts. i don’t even have anyone to light my cigarettes for me, so i have to do that myself too. so yeah, im just great, how are you?
i’ll still light your cigarettes if needed.
that’s not— that’s not the point, charles. the point is WHERE DID YOU GO? what the hell were you doing? i thought you were DEAD! everyone thought you were dead, and with out track record of keeping people alive and well in this fucked up friend group we have— or had— i wasn’t shocked to hear that rumor going around. did you even stop to think about how your actions would affect others? HAVE you ever stopped to think about how your actions affect others? i’m sorry for yelling and being so… angry, but these things have built up over time. you can’t expect me to welcome you back with open arms after everything
i’m sorry for disappearing. it’s hard to talk about i just… i never wanted to hurt you. i know you may find that hard to believe. i don’t expect you to believe me. i don’t expect anything at all.
right but you did, and that’s fine as long as you acknowledge that what you did wasn’t great. what i did wasn’t great either but… i don’t know. it’s fine, i forgive you. you’ll find a way to make up for it, and i won’t tell you how to do it— you’ve known me long enough to know what makes me happy. but because i’m the way i am and you’re still painfully the way you are, i can’t keep myself away, can i? i swear you do this on purpose, asshole











