Look, I'm sitting here thinking you were different. Then I found out that you have a nasty way of misinterpreting the situation and instead of asking me what happened you pointed fingers at me and started talking shit. I can tell by the things you're saying that you actually don't know what the fuck you're talking about because I'm genuinely confused with regards to how even half the things you said were at all relevant. So, I'm not going to waste my time trying to explain to you how wrong you fucking are because you showed me the side of you that I didn't want to see. You sent me such wonderful messages trying to break me down or some shit, telling me that I did stuff that I wasn't even aware of doing. Calling me things that I wasn't even aware of being.
You think you know me and you think you have an inkling of an idea as to what I did or why I did anything at all. Really, you're getting your stories from someone else and thinking you're a detective or some analytic genius, you must have thought it would be smart to make your assumptions viable. So, instead of asking me if any of your ill-conceived assumptions were true, you just decided to tell me things that were bloody fucking uncalled for.
Really? Because when I heard shit about you I didn't hesitate to ask you straight up what the deal was. I at least had it in my mind to hear your story first. I didn't drunkenly text you saying irrelevant shit with the definitive confirmation that it was over. But hey, that shows significantly more about my character in contrast to yours and I'm glad I found out now as opposed to waiting it out and finding out later.
There are a thousand and one reasons why I care about you and why I love you. I could list them off and make your heart shatter because you would only be finding out now how much you genuinely meant to me. I won't bother though because you don't deserve the privilege of knowing you meant anything to me at all. I don't take shit from anyone and it only took one text at 3:31AM this morning to make me realize that I would rather let you go than fight for you after listening to your bullshit assumptions of what I'm doing or what I did. I'll miss being with you for a bit, but it sure as hell beats the thought of dealing with the shit you put me through this evening.
I didn't want to ruin our friendship and that's why I came to you asking you for the truth instead of making my own assumptions of what was really going on. I respected you enough to hear it from you instead of believing my secondary resource and I respected you enough to drop the whole thing when I heard what you had to say because I trusted you enough to believe what you told me. However, you took a different route and made assumptions that clearly aren't true nor are they even logically coherent to have been made and you got mad at me assuming they were true.
Well, look at where that puts us now. I'm at the point where I don't really want to speak to you ever again which is why I'm venting in a fucking blog post instead of telling you straight up to begin with.
Luckily for me, you're not the first person to fuck me over and being so used to this feeling makes me very emotionally numb to this right now. I know that once I click "Publish" on this blog post, that'll be that. I'll have it off my chest and I'll feel good again about my daily routine. So yeah, if you want to know why I'm not fighting back or picking up on your pitiful argument or even trying to justify and defend myself when you take cheap shots at me or why I'm not even remotely making the attempt to tell you where you went wrong with your accusations... if you want to know why I'm not fighting to keep you it's because whether or not the fight is worth it, I've gone down this road and I don't have a reason to WANT this anymore.
It turns out you're just another guy who can easily be replaced and I never wanted that. I wanted a guy who could show me he was a one of a kind: a diamond in the rough, I thought that was you. I thought you were different, but you proved me wrong and in a single text, I lost all reasons to believe that you were ever any better than the rest. I'm not sorry. You never asked to hear me out before making accusations and I genuinely don't believe I owe you anything, especially not an apology.
So goodbye.
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