a figment of someone’s imagination

just get out of my life you fucking asshole, i just stopped thinking about you but glad you were bothered enough to subtweet me two weeks after the fact, i may not have much in real life but i’m rich in your mental real estate

would you be your own friend?

sincerely,

yours

i can’t believe you would pull some black mirror white christmas shit on me

i’m sorry for everything i’ve put you through—exacerbating your anxiety and blaming you for things that weren’t your fault. i’m sorry for my extreme reactions and for pushing you away. in truth, all i’ve ever wanted was an apology, time to process it, and to be treated like you treat any of your other friends. i know it’s too late now, but maybe if you do find this message you’ll find it in yourself to talk to me again

literally the only reason i go to the gym is to be able to punch nazis, fascists, pedophiles, and rapists without fear

it gets better. it really does