so I guess I do understand what others mean by you having to choose between friendship and a game. Here I am pouring my heart out to you and you go and say “bbl” for a match. I get it. You’re an addict. But really…I really needed you now…You think I’m strong enough to just deal with this by myself but just you being there and replying or making some sassy comment helps me feel better. But no you have to go play a game. Sigh. I guess I’ll just deal with this on my own…like I always do….and you wonder why I’m not able to open up to you so much….
I really hate having to do this to you, but it really is necessary.
This is just too much. I want to slap you.
I don’t know if I really mean anything to you as a friend, but if I do, you have a really funny way of showing it. Actually, you’re NOT showing it. Sure you always vent to me and come to me for everything, but friendship is a mutual thing. You have to help me in return.
I probably sound selfish for asking something of you. You’re supposed to be a friend who helps and comforts not one who blames me for something and makes me feel worse. I understand all your crap that you tell me. I listen to every f-cking word. Every. Freakin. Word. And what do you do? You completely just walk away from me when I need to talk to you. Like what the hell, man? Am I really that much of a loser that you just go to me when you need help and you ditch me whenever someone more pleasant to talk to shows up and then come back again when THEY ditch you? No? Well that’s what it feels like to me. I’m always the last resort. Always. I know I say I’m used to it and it doesn’t matter…but the thing is…I’m not supposed to be used to it and it matters too much. This friendship isn’t going the way I (we?) planned, but maybe it’s going the way it should. Maybe this is all a sign. I always make time to look after you. You only look after yourself. I care about everything that affects you; you probably don’t give a damn even though you say you do. That’s not how it’s supposed to work. So what the hell happened? My patience is wearing thin, and our time together is progressively getting shorter and shorter. Make a decision before I make mine.