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I’ve learned a lot about you in the past month or two. Whenever shit started hitting the fan. A lot of it I have known before, but because your better qualities most often surpass the bad, and because I never was directly a part of the bad, I never noticed how…ugly you can be. I’ll speak to my blog.

You may have edited your post, but not before I saw it.

"I wish you had never moved here. I would still have two best friends, rather than thinking terrible things whenever I see either one of you. 

I still can't believe you made that choice and then dare to call me selfish. You may fuck right off. I'd call you a cunt but, as demonstrated recently, you lack either the warmth or the depth."

I’m not sorry I moved here. I was planning on it since before I did, just so happens that things played out the way they did. I’m sorry you believe that I chose a girl over our friendship. I did not. I chose both and you are the one who decided to end our friendship. You are the one that chose not to talk to me anymore. Not me. I’ve apologized to you, and I’m giving you your space. You’ve said some really shitty and dishonest things to me, and about me to people – I’ve chosen to ignore them and walk away.

I’m not sorry that I’m happy right now. Yes, I know you liked Branden, yes, I know you liked her a lot, but apparently a lot more than I thought. I did encourage you to play the game even after she told you she was not interested in you. I didn’t know the conversations you both were having, but I do now – I’ve read the conversations. She made it clear as day that she wasn’t interested in you – any more than a friend. On multiple occasions, not just the one I knew about.

Maybe I am doing the wrong thing, maybe this isn’t going to last and I’ll be left alone. But I still don’t regret anything I’ve done. I’m happy, I never thought things would play out this way. I never though you would have said the things about me that you did say. I chose to ignore them because your judgement was obviously clouded by alcohol. It sucked, but ultimately you made an embarrassment out of yourself. Not I.

You told me that you were surprised by the way I handle things. You were…are…appalled that I would make the decisions that I made. You told me that our friendship was fucked up enough, and I couldn’t make things worse, so I might as well go for it and try things out. I told you I would, and instantaneously I was erased from anything and everything to do with you.

I’ve put my feelings aside so many times to ensure the happiness of others. To make sure that my friends were happy. Last biggest thing with you was pride. When Acacia was here with Em. I was fine with Acacia being here, Em no. but I sucked it up for the months before, and even when Pride came around, I wasn’t up for it, but you got upset that it wasn’t kosher so I put my shit aside and even though it was the worst Pride I have ever been to, I kept that shit to myself. Maybe I shouldn’t have done that.