. . . I dreaded it happening.
I knew it wasn't going to work out. That all my fears, all the shit I have been experiencing of late was just going to be scoffed at.
I'm glad you found it so fucking hilarious, I really did...
Once I thought you were my best friend. Now I know you can't even be that much for me. How could I get you so wrong? Be such a bad judge of character? Let someone "know" me so much, let them humiliate me so much???
The fact of the matter is no matter how hard you try, will you ever get someone who understands that insane sense of humour??? No. You might think you do. But it won't last. Whatever. You'll work it out too late anyway. And it's already too late . . .
It's not a matter of being "professional" or whatever. It's a matter of being a friend. I can't believe I sat back and thought you were TRYING to be a friend to me. Texting me, joking with me, confiding in me . . . fuck that. Clearly I read too much into things. I thought you wanted to be a friend. I was obviously wrong.
If this is how you're going to treat me now . . . then you clearly don't know me at all.