The Wonderful World of Mista Wolfie

I don’t know if you’re reading this, but I hope you do

Let me tell you something.

Just because I don’t talk to you or text you for a long while does not automatically mean I do not like you. I have friends that I have not talked to in YEARS and we still consider each other friends, and I’m very grateful for the mutual thought and their unconditional love. Let me tell you something: I don’t have that many friends, you want to know why? Because I consider a friend to be somewhat like a family member. I trust them, love them, cherish them, and respect them with all my heart.

What you have texted me earlier this week had crushed me. I did not think someone like you would take my friendship so lightly.

“We haven’t talked in a while, does that mean you don’t like me? That’s ok, just tell me and I’ll be fine ^^”

Hell. Fucking. No. You did not just say that. I wish you hadn’t said that. I honestly do. The reason why I’m not texting this to you is because I can’t. Not because I don’t want to. I can’t. I’m so crushed and upset I physically cannot look at your name. After all that we’ve been through, you actually think I would throw away our friendship like a snot-soaked tissue paper? I’m sorry I have issues I can’t control, I’m sorry I can’t handle my own problems, I’m sorry I sound like a dramatic little bitch, but this is a big deal to me, a very big deal.

Here, let me give you a break down of my reasons for being anti-social lately: I’m terrified of people, I can’t control my mental shit to a point that it’s becoming an issue on a daily basis and it’s also affecting my physical body, and my mind is so messed up that my short-term memory loss has come back. For the umpteenth time. I’ve been going to a physician and also has made an appointment with a therapist and all that happy shit.

I hope you like my excuses. Because I despise them.

And no, we will not be talking or seeing each other for a while.

Good night.