This is where I go to rant. Almost everytime. Because I know most people can’t see it/ won’t care about it. So yet again, another rant.
I’ll admit I wasn’t the best friend at the end of it all. I have never been good at balancing relationships and friends. As much as I did wrong, there were things that were bothering me as well, I just kept it in during our last conversation because I didn’t want to be defensive and deny it all when I know I was also in the wrong. I couldn’t deal with The constant back and fourth complaints of being single or being a virgin. Or the fact that you came to visit me for my friends. That may not have been the case for you but it sure did feel like it, kinda like it felt like you weren’t wanted here but you really were. I can’t do the single things anymore. I’m settling down. Doing that crazy stuff wasn’t me. I’ve always been that girl that wants to be in a relationship and I knew all that single fun was temporary. I was never really fully happy because I didn’t have anyone at the end of the night, but now I do and its better than ever before. I also don’t have the time and the money to go do these things. I never have. All in all as similar as we may have been, the way we live our lives are totally different and its probably best for us to be ending, I just didn’t want to end like that