Fuck, I can’t believe I’m actually writing this
Dear Anon from last night who will remain anon,
I don’t know if you are following and I honest to god hope you aren’t because I don’t want you to. I just read your texts and I don’t know what I said that would make you feel like your life was over but it isn’t ending so stop. I want to be there for you, I wanted to be your friend but you have made it pretty damn clear that I am just like your ex so maybe your better off looking for someone who’s not like your ex to be your friend since this is such a big deal to you.
I don’t know what to do for you. I don’t know how to help you. I don’t know what you want from me. I don’t think that there is anything that I could do that would ever be enough for you.
My hand in friendship is still open to you but I will be pulling it back if you continually try to emotionally manipulate me and/or guilt me for needing to tend to my responsibilities or pursuing multiple projects.
So please anon, unfollow and when your ready to stop fucking with my emotions, feel free to find my number.