Wednesday, 10:05 pm.
Drunk you strikes again. You called and wanted to talk “about us”. We run around in circles, you don’t want what I do want, etc. etc.
Nothing says you care about me like your hanging up mid conversation because you’ve fallen asleep (or passed out).
We go around and around in circles. We are not friends, because we are more than friends. But something is going to break. You just keep using me as your safe place with no investment of your own. I asked you before if you really had any skin in the game. I’m not seeing it. Sure, I am your most trusted friend, but I do feel insecure and expendable. You give nothing to me to make me think otherwise.
Tonight was just another classic example. We talk about what you need and want, then you argue that what I want is unreasonable or impossible. If it really is impossible, then just say good bye and leave me be. I love you. I would give you all I have. But if you can’t even make a commitment to date and work on a relationship, then there is nothing left.
So, I guess I should thank you for caring so much that you passed out drunk and dropped your phone. It really lets me know just how much you care. FUCK YOU!
