"March 4th, the only day that is also a sentence."
So I’m sorry, but we can’t be friends.
It’s not that I don’t like you, at least not yet anyway, or that we don’t get along when we do see each other. The problem is that we don’t and at this point, I can’t even take any of the blame for that.
You pulled me aside for a 3 hour conversation at 1am during my busiest week last semester to tell me how I was one of your closest friends and “one of the only people who can hurt you.” Yes, we were close, we were roommates for 2 years and I must say that they were some of the best times of my college career but, that conversation ended with “you did ‘xyz’ wrong, so I decided to remove myself from your life and it’s your fault.” I’ve extended the olive branch more times than I can count; made efforts to engage you in conversation when you pass by (on a daily basis) but not once have you slowed down, initiated a conversation, or even looked me in the eyes as you pass. It doesn’t look like you need me darlin’ and I don’t need this shit. I can’t be the only one trying to make this work.
So I quit. Working around others’ schedules is not a problem. I balance time between a boyfriend, friends, family, and work all the time and there was a time I would gladly move mountains to make time for you. What is a problem is that I’m forever an after-thought. That person that because we shared so many experiences at one point, you feel you should maybe make an effort to care about. Only when it’s convenient for you though, because we have history and “I feel guilty leaving that behind.” Really, it’s okay to move on. Just stop making it my fault.