Shared publicly - Dec 16, 15
Babysit a grown-ass man?
No Jared, that is the farthest assumption about what I am doing here now, and what I intend to tell you, not that I expect you to listen in the slightest for being the douche you are now.
I've purposefully delayed writing this paragraph because of your attitude/posts on my wall; those made in response to the people previously having been called a friend. I have been confronting my so called friends about their neglecting of their friendship with me. I have further delayed writing this paragraph on your wall because I have realized that you do not care about our friendship and will only mock and slander any past rapport we once had.
I used to think quite highly of you, back before you turned into what you are now, back when you used to be respectable and were generally honest with your actions. How you didn't ignore or brush off people (like myself for instance) during those times, and generally struck up conversation and even hanging out by playing games every once in a while.
But no, all that died. Any friendship we had, you let burn. Whenever I did try to talk to you, you always had something better to do or other people you preferred to hang out with. You left me to rot, like I had no feelings for you to hurt.
Well, let me tell you something. I am disappointed in you. Angry, betrayed and bitter over your treatment of me, and lack thereof. I don't care what friends you surround yourself with now, or how you've moved on in your life. To me, you'll always be a rotten friend that I hope burns in hell.
Good'day.
No Jared, that is the farthest assumption about what I am doing here now, and what I intend to tell you, not that I expect you to listen in the slightest for being the douche you are now.
I've purposefully delayed writing this paragraph because of your attitude/posts on my wall; those made in response to the people previously having been called a friend. I have been confronting my so called friends about their neglecting of their friendship with me. I have further delayed writing this paragraph on your wall because I have realized that you do not care about our friendship and will only mock and slander any past rapport we once had.
I used to think quite highly of you, back before you turned into what you are now, back when you used to be respectable and were generally honest with your actions. How you didn't ignore or brush off people (like myself for instance) during those times, and generally struck up conversation and even hanging out by playing games every once in a while.
But no, all that died. Any friendship we had, you let burn. Whenever I did try to talk to you, you always had something better to do or other people you preferred to hang out with. You left me to rot, like I had no feelings for you to hurt.
Well, let me tell you something. I am disappointed in you. Angry, betrayed and bitter over your treatment of me, and lack thereof. I don't care what friends you surround yourself with now, or how you've moved on in your life. To me, you'll always be a rotten friend that I hope burns in hell.
Good'day.
