Anonymous: kinkyyyyyyyy. you're into biting.

So, I’m literally sitting here thinking like wtf is this and why I didn’t see this before. Who are you? o.O

I loved you a lot as a friend. I cared about you in ways I didn’t care about others. I randomly sit around and think about the nice things that happened while we were friends. Then I remember how you had no problem saying all those horrible things, and  my heart drops. My throat gets a lump. My eyes get watery. My head starts hurting. And sometimes I cry. Hard. I don’t like to cry, it’s not my thing. And even right now as I’m trying to force myself to keep strong and not cry, I still have those stupid tears rolling out of my eyes. There was never any need for you to act the way you did. It’s not right that you’re just there going about your life, and I have to sit here miserable because of how things turned out. When I see you in pictures, or someone mentions your name I just hate you. Hate you so much because I just want to strangle you, or Idk anything. Just because I’m so angry. I’m so hurt. It all happened so quick, it was like I couldn’t expect it. Before you left, I thought everything was fine, and then I guess you started thinking too much. Not enough. I’m not a horrible person. All I ever did was love you, care for you, talk to you. Guess that was never enough. Guess all you ever saw was my flaws because you couldn’t even accept all of me. I accepted all of you with open arms and I didn’t even care about your flaws. Because you were my friend. I didn’t think our friendship meant nothing to you, that you could just decide that it wasn’t even important and you could just sever it just whenever you felt like it. Guess it’s true what they say sometimes, you can’t really be just friends with someone. Somebody else will always like the other. And it was you. I’m sorry. Everything changed from there. From the moment you admitted it. And I think I regret ever trying to get it out of you. If it would have meant that things would never end up the way they did, I would have continued trying to be oblivious about it. I still love you. And maybe I might never see you or talk to you ever again in my life, but I’ll always love you. I just can’t let go. Even if you could, I can’t, it’s too hard. It will just help to pretend like things were just fine, we just lost touch, and I just can’t speak to you. That’s better to cope with. I hate that you made me feel this way, but it’s okay. And as stupid as it may seem, I will always have my arms open to you. No matter how angry and hurt I may be, I would put it all behind me. But whatever. It’s not like you care, you never even cared enough to talk to me about it. So guess that’s that. 

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What in the world is this? >.> there’s spam on Tumblr now too -_-