I know you created another account so I’m assuming you lost access to this one. And because I’m honestly afraid of hearing back from you, I am messaging a very hopeful inactive account of yours. What happened to me and to us was so screwed up. So screwed up. I wouldn’t even know where to start. There’s a tiny part of me that wishes I could be wrong about everything and we could be friends again, but hope dies. I miss us being friends but I’m on such a...self destructive (but also healing) stage of my life right now? I wouldn’t rekindle anything. I think I’m doing this out of closure. My life fell apart. Entirely. So much so that I tried to kill myself twice. You told me it would happen and it did....and I didn’t come here to yell and accuse you. I...forgive you. It is right now that I am able to finally get closure from this. I forgive you for everything terrible you had done. There. I did it. I know I was also not the most stable person too and I hope you can forgive me if I had wronged you in any way. I hope you can see this in like ten years when I’m no longer in Delaware and you can’t contact me. But...yeah. Just know that all is hesitantly forgiven.
