I am glad that I was the bigger person in every facet of this situation.
I am glad that I am a better friend than you will ever be.
I am sorry I wasted so much time trying to salvage something that you clearly couldn’t give a toss about. I had better things to do, with better people, and I should’ve been doing them.
I am sorry that you seemed to fear me so much that you couldn’t even have me in the same room as you, even if it meant putting our other friends in a tough position that I never wanted them to be in. But it’s okay. You were ashamed of the way you treated me. I get it. And shame, coupled with cowardice….well, it’s a not a combo that let’s you hold your head high easily.
I’m sorry you don’t have more self-esteem and a better body-image.
I’m sorry that materialism and superficiality are the limited bonds that tie you to others and give you some connection to the world around you.
I’m glad that you’re leaving town with no offering of an olive branch, because I would have expected nothing less from you.
I’m sorry for all those times I went out of my way to look after your cat when I was so blatantly being taken for granted. And I’m sorry that that cat is all you have.
I’m sorry that your life seems to be one pop-culture-obsessed teenage wet dream. It must be a very sad place…. This isn’t the 1950’s. You’re not in an episode of ‘Mad Men’ and fashion may warm your bones, but it will never nourish your heart.
And those people you’ve invited to your going-away party? They’re not your friends. Not really. And they all know the things you’ve said about them behind their back.
I hope you find what you’re looking for. You’ve been a great life lesson to me. In loneliness, in the dangers of superficiality, and in the painful wake up call of what being taken for granted by someone whom you really valued feels like. —Your filler friend
This article appears in Aug 12-18, 2010.
That’s alot of sorry’s!
Who says Ahhh BUH-bye anyway? Only valley girls circa 1996 just pre the girl power movement but post ‘Clueless’ … and so I hate you. If you’re a boy, you probably wear and ascot and/or suede loafers.
OP, you’re a fucking loser who spends way too much time in other people’s business. Get over it and get a fucking live.
wow, you are some super hero dude/dudette. i would have fainted dead away, oooooh.
Ahhhh the lessons of LIFE (real life not the game) and their learning. Eventually, when friends become ‘past’ friends, or less, the reliving of the whole situation, with ‘sorrys’ and ‘glads’ etc., tends to not happen and one usually says “they come, they go” and gets on with today’s adventures. Enjoy the now OP and thoughts of the future.
Yeah, what Pavillion said; get a f’n live!
sounds like it’s going to be one hell of a going away party….
I think that is the reason why Utube was invented.
Why would the OP even care and put this much effect into this bitch for someone they don’t like?
Sounds like a sociopath.
yep sounds like another fashionista type shallow vain and destined for a pathetic lonely life
Too personal. Who is going to relate? None of us care. Give us a bitch that has some meat to it.
I think they’re laying off the meat for a day and trying fruits….
Nah, the trick is meat for a few days for fuel, then fruit for a few days for flavour.
Quantity in addition to quality. It is all in the delivery.
Speaking of too personal…
Fetch, oldhand.