You ever just have this friend that you think cares about you? Cares /for/ you? Makes you feel good? /ACCEPTS/ YOU? I thought I did. Then, she got in trouble. Now, she blames me for everything. Now, she says everything is my fault. Now, she says everything that makes herself look good. Now, she tries to make herself the victim; for people to feel sorry for her, for people to say, “Oh, no! She’s not in the right headspace! She doesn’t have a good mentality right now! Leave her be! She’s so innocent and sweet and adorable! Cant you see she’s soft? Don’t yell at her- can’t you see she has social anxiety?” I used to think she was so sweet. Sure, barely spoke with her because she wasn’t very active, but when I could, wow, everything was great. I find a way to talk to my best friends, find a way to be happy, to feel /comfortable/, to not feel fake. I loved her characters. She loved mine. We each loved ours. I thought she was so pretty and sweet. Also funny how she calls me gross and nasty when she said she’s done this before. Most people know, I am terrible at leaving someone, especially if I’ve known them for a while. I don’t /want/ to be friends with her anymore. I don’t think I can be friends with her anymore. If that means I lose other friends because of this, for the sake of my mental health and my willpower which is slowly diminishing, so be it. Don’t talk to me, don’t associate yourself with me. She gets in trouble, and I ask your mom not to punish you and to apologize to you for me. Yeah, very selfish. If she thought I was such a bad friend, why would she even associate herself with me? If she thought I was so selfish, why would she tell me more things just to strengthen my ego about my characters? No. Don’t apologize to me. I don’t want to hear it. Not that she actually would, though. Lying by omission is very helpful. Especially if you’re trying to /win/ at something. I’m done. I’m too tired to vent anymore. I don’t care about the backlash. I’m just not responding. Leave me be. I need time to think. I need time to be alone.
I’m done. If you’re not going to accept me, I’m not going to beg you. Leave me be. ⟟ ⊑⎍⍀⏁ ⋔⊬⌇⟒⌰⎎. ⟟'⎐⟒ ⏚⟒⟒⋏ ⏁⍀⊬⟟⋏☌ ⏁⍜ ☍⟒⟒⌿ ⟟⏁ ⏚⏃☊☍, ⏚⎍⏁ ⌰⟟☌⊑⏁⋏⟟⋏☌ ⟟⌇ ⟊⎍⌇⏁ ⋔⏃☍⟟⋏☌ ⟟⏁ ⍙⍜⍀⌇⟒. ⟟ ⊑⏃⎐⟒ ⏃⏚⏃⋏⎅⍜⋏⋔⟒⋏⏁ ⏁⍀⟟☌☌⟒⍀⌇. ⌇⊑⟒ ⏃⏚⏃⋏⎅⍜⋏⟒⎅ ⋔⟒. ⟟ ⍙⏃⋏⏁ ⏁⍜ ⎅⟟⟒. ⟟⎎ ⟟ ⎅⟟⎅⋏'⏁ ⟒⌖⟟⌇⏁, ⌇⊑⟒ ⍙⍜⎍⌰⎅⋏'⏁ ☊⏃⌰⌰ ⋔⟒ ⋏⏃⌇⏁⊬, ⍜⍀ ☌⍀⍜⌇⌇, ⍜⍀ ⏃⋏⊬⏁⊑⟟⋏☌ ⍜⎎ ⏁⊑⍜⌇⟒ ⏁⊑⟟⋏☌⌇ ⌇⊑⟒ ⌇⏃⟟⎅ ⏃⏚⍜⎍⏁ ⋔⟒. ⍜⎎ ☊⍜⎍⍀⌇⟒, ⌇⊑⟒ ⍙⟟⌰⌰ ⌰⟒⏃⎐⟒ ⏁⊑⟟⋏☌⌇ ⍜⎍⏁ ⏁⍜ ⋔⏃☍⟒ ⊑⟒⍀⌇⟒⌰⎎ ⌰⍜⍜☍ ☌⍜⍜⎅. ⌇⊑⟒ ⎍⌇⟒⎅ ⏁⍜ ⏚⟒ ⌇⍜ ⟟⋏⋏⍜☊⟒⋏⏁. ⟟ ⊑⏃⏁⟒ ⋔⊬⌇⟒⌰⎎ ⏚⟒☊⏃⎍⌇⟒ ⌇⊑⟒'⌇ /⋔⏃☍⟟⋏☌/ ⋔⟒ ⊑⏃⏁⟒ ⋔⊬⌇⟒⌰⎎. ⌇⊑⟒ ⟟⌇ ⌿⊑⊬⌇⟟☊⏃⌰⌰⊬ ⋔⏃☍⟟⋏☌ ⋔⟒ ⏁⊑⟟⋏☍ ⏁⊑⟟⋏☌⌇ ⏃⏚⍜⎍⏁ ⋔⊬⌇⟒⌰⎎ ⏁⊑⏃⏁ ⏃⍀⟒⋏'⏁ ⏁⍀⎍⟒ ⏃⋏⎅ ⌇⍜, ⟟ ⊑⏃⏁⟒ ⋔⊬⌇⟒⌰⎎. ⟟ ⍙⏃⋏⏁ ⏁⍜ ⏚⟒ ⌿⟒⍀⎎⟒☊⏁. ⏚⎍⏁ ⟟ ☊⏃⋏'⏁, ☊⏃⋏ ⟟? ⌇⍜, ⍙⊑⊬ ⟒⌖⟟⌇⏁? ⟟'⋔ ⟊⎍⌇⏁ ⏃ ⎅⟟⌇⟒⏃⌇⟒. ⟟⏁'⌇ ⍜⋏⌰⊬ ⏃ ⋔⏃⏁⏁⟒⍀ ⍜⎎ ⏁⟟⋔⟒ ⏚⟒⎎⍜⍀⟒ ⟟ ⊑⎍⍀⏁ ⟒⎐⟒⍀⊬⍜⋏⟒ ⟒⌰⌇⟒. ⟒⎐⟒⍀⊬⏁⊑⟟⋏☌ ⊑⎍⍀⏁⌇. ⟟ ☊⏃⋏ ⏚⏃⍀⟒⌰⊬ ⟒⎐⟒⋏ ⎎⟒⟒⌰ ⋔⊬ ⌿⎍⌰⌇⟒, ⟟⏁'⌇ ☌⍜⟟⋏☌ ⌇⍜ ⎎⏃⌇⏁. ⏚⎍⏁ ⍜⎎ ☊⍜⎍⍀⌇⟒, ⟟ ⌇⊑⍜⎍⌰⎅⋏'⏁ ⏚⟒ ⏁⊑⟟⋏☍⟟⋏☌ ⏁⊑⟒⌇⟒ ⏁⊑⟟⋏☌⌇, ⏚⟒☊⏃⎍⌇⟒ ⏃⌿⌿⏃⍀⟒⋏⏁⌰⊬, ⟟'⋔ "⌇⟒⌰⎎⟟⌇⊑" ⏃⋏⎅ ⏃ ☌⏃⌇⌰⟟☌⊑⏁⟒⍀ ⏃⋏⎅ ⏃ ☌⎍⟟⌰⏁⏁⍀⟟⌿⌿⟒⍀ ⏃⋏⎅ ⟒⎐⟒⍀⊬⏁⊑⟟⋏☌ ⏚⏃⎅ ⏃⋏⎅ ⟟ ⎅⍜⋏'⏁ ⊑⏃⎐⟒ ⏃ ⏚⏃⎅ ⟒⋏⍜⎍☌⊑ ⌰⟟⎎⟒ ⏁⍜ ⏁⊑⟟⋏☍ ⏁⊑⟟⌇, ⎅⍜ ⟟?
