T

You know nothing about me. You think reading my blog is gonna help you understand me? Maybe if we were friends you would understand me. But we aren't. I don't want to be. Precisely because you don't understand me. You asked me all those questions last night just so you could have the chance to tell me that I'm wrong. You didn't care what my answer was, you just wanted an excuse to say no actually it's your fault. Well you can stop blaming me right now because I can tell you straight up it's you who fucked up, and like I said before, if you can't see that you're lying to yourself. Me not being there for you as a friend? I never changed how I acted towards you. And when I ask for examples of how I did "change" you can't come up with any, proving my point. So if you think I wasn't there for you then you are the one who changed your expectations when you knew I wasn't nearly in the right place to meet them. I'm not sorry about anything that happened, except that I'm sorry you stopped understanding me. And T, we did grow apart. You went to college and we never saw each other. You can't deny that fact. I'm actually doing great, so stop worrying about someone who doesn't need or want your pity. I'm doing better than I ever have before. 

Also, don't you dare give me any fucking advice about being myself. From my experience you are the queen of pretending. 

Now, stop reading my blog. 

-Beaskie