Futile.

I'm tempted to run through the halls, screaming "THANKS FOR NOTHING."

Really? REALLY?! You're my best friend, and i'm yours. I gave you my two cents every single time you fucking asked me and i was never afraid to tell you what i was going through or what i thought about what you were going through.
and i honestly thought that you would be kind enough to let me know when you made a decision.
and i thought you did. because you asked for two weeks from popsicle patty, and she couldn't even give you that. not only could she not give you that, but she DATED someone else. completely got into a relationship. it didn't last, but that is so far from the point. SHE COULDN'T GIVE YOU TWO WEEKS TO BE YOURS. WHAT THE FUCK MAKES YOU THINK SHE'LL LAST MONTHS WITHOUT SLEEPING WITH SOMEONE ELSE.

But it doesn't fucking matter, because you're going to count on her. Regardless of the fact that she's cheated on and lied to EVERY person she's been in a relationship with over the last THREE YEARS, you're still going to count on her.

You're my best friend. I'm going to have to be supportive or some shit. But not of this relationship. Not of any of this. I don't even want to be around you right now let alone even discuss how much i hope that this is some kind of sick, twisted, fucking joke.


GO CHOKE ON YOUR IRONY.