Link... My master.

you’re right. being nice does only get you hurt. so here’s the brutal, honest, asshole truth of how I feel right now

you wanna be left alone? you’re gonna be left alone ya dumb bastard

I shoulda left your ass on the curb the moment I recovered from that breakdown over the fact that I have a personality disorder that takes years to recover from, if I can at all, and you decided I wasn’t worth the effort. but I still gave a shit, still wanted you to be happy, still wanted you to be different from everyone else. so yeah, I checked up on you from an arms length away occasionally, asked if your dice came safely, tried to see if you were doing better and if I could help at all if you weren’t, cuz I thought when you said ‘take a break’ you meant ‘take a break’, not ‘fuck off and die’, and I was a dumb bitch who decided you were worth my time and energy. I made it a point all that time when I did contact you to try to focus on you, make sure you were okay, no matter what I as a person was going through, to the point that when I was in the hospital on suicide watch because the last friend I had abandoned me, I only contacted you after I was out and doing better, because I didn’t want to make it about me

well, you wanna be alone and wallow in your misery til you die? be my guest. I’m done trying to help you. done trying to be there for you. done giving a shit about you. I have better things to do with my time and life, and a future that’s looking brighter without you in it

you dug yourself a bed at the bottom of the blackest hole and convinced yourself that’s its not the reason you don’t see the sun any more. well, as far as I’m concerned, you can just sit in that pit and watch my wildest dreams come true, not one of them involving you

consider this final login to this account and this final post my final farewell. it’s not a graceful one, but it’s the one you’ve earned at this point