I told him how I felt about him.
"I'm done, by the way. I'm done with all this bullshit. All there is is drama. And more drama. I can't have a single conversation with anyone or anything. Now that you've stopped caring, well, I'm glad actually. Cause I can stop caring too. I'm done with you and about everyone else. I'm glad that these words don't hurt. I've been wanting to say them for a while.
Bye"
"I wanted to still be your friend. To see if anything would change. Maybe you would stop being a stuck up asshole and maybe start caring about the people who cared about you instead of the people who couldn't care less.
You changed. And you changed some more. And I started annoying you. And some more.
I got tired of your shit. I got tired of you. I stayed to see if maybe it would change and maybe we'd be friends again.
But I realize I was wrong, you don't care about me and you never did, or ever will. All you do is fuck with my emotions and laugh at me and hurt me and I'm done. All this shit is you're fault. I fucking wish you hadn't moved from Murray. I wouldn't have met Jeremiah or any of your friends that you made/had. My life would be a whole lot fucking better right now."
And it fucking felt great to tell him. I'm crying tears while wickedly smiling because I was truthful.
Now only a matter of time before I go back running..
