Oh, shoot, i should probably have written that somewhere :oIt’s by the artist who used to have the handle @wisupi! But that blog is empty now? Here is the art that it’s from:  https://boldimages.tumblr.com/post/159874219275/wisupi-pink-and-yellow-dump-yeeee

Hahahah I wish I could make this short but I've tried to explain it succinctly before and people didn't understand the extent to which I'm a sad sop with unresolved issues. I was in the wrong, too, and maybe I was more wrong than she was. 

In high school I was in the Speech and Debate club and I found my best friend there. She was shy but with the encouragement of the people around her she ended up being more passionate about Speech and Debate than I was. She was a really stubborn, smart, and easily offended girl that I loved - she was always in charge and she knew what she wanted. I admired her. We spent a lot of time together and even though she was prone to irritation and stress I was a big pushover and it made it easy on both of us. I let a lot of unfair situations blow over that I could have told her off about but looking back – if I had done that she would have turned against me and I never wanted that.

I felt like I had finally found a friend that I could be around and my only job was to be me – a total goof, a soft ball of goop. I knew her so well. I knew that she had suffered pain in the past and rejection and I didn’t want to do that to her. During our time together as partners I thought we’d be friends forever. I was ignoring a lot that was going on.

Honestly it was unhealthy for me. She was stubborn and when I wanted to speak up I couldn’t unless I wanted to cause friction between us. I constantly felt bad because I felt like I dragged us down in rounds and yet somehow we got to state championships. That was the best event of my life. Then I graduated and we stayed in touch but I noticed that she was becoming more and more distant as the year went on.

I frequently went to tournaments and I hung out with her and it seemed like everything was fine – except she was finding other people to replace me. There was one instance where she chose to skype two of her friends while I was over instead of talk to me and I was left to awkwardly smile at a conversation I had no say in. Everything became strained and I didn’t understand what had happened. I knew how she could be but I never guessed that I would be one more person she chose to cut out of her life, not after everything we had been through together and how much I had thought I mattered to her, too.

She began to avoid me and it confused me and hurt me. I tried to confront her about it and she wouldn’t have any of it. I cried a lot that night. She was changing and I wasn’t a part of the change that was happening. She didn’t want me to be. I didn’t understand why not.

She finally ended up telling me that it wasn’t that I had offended her but that, basically, she had other people that were more important to her now. That I was unfairly demanding that she focus all her attention on me and that I didn’t understand that she was stressed and that she had people she wanted to spend time with more than me. That she did in fact respond to me – which was true if you want to think about it literally.

That hurt me because I did understand and I wanted to be someone she could rely on – the same way she had for two years. She had gone through so many motions to make me feel as though I was important – I mean she hugged me when my ferret died though I hadn’t said anything, she could see I was crying, and she told me that she was there. When I went to her for comfort later she failed to respond. She wrote me the kindest letter and she told me that I was important to her when I graduated. I suppose that was when I should have left for good.

Well, she told me her side and I was angry for the first time. I finally spoke back to her and she never responded. I regret that. I wish I had said less or said more sooner. I know that she’ll only see that I failed to understand. Maybe I didn't. I invested a lot of time and emotion in her and when everything was over all I had to show was a letter and an empty spot inside me that screamed “FUCK YOU.” I wonder now what I should have done differently. If I should have stepped aside once more and said, “You’re right, I’m sorry. At least you’re being honest.” Or if what I did was right. I don’t think it was. There was a third option: To just accept it quietly. I was indignant and hurt though so I acted out.

Now I realize that it was always shallow. That I took it more seriously than she ever did. 

wisupi (wisupi.tumblr.com) as an animal crossing character~