The snide comments that I make just for the hell of it, all the while communicating with you must be as annoying as being told that I don't make any effort to maintain contact with you while exchanging messages. :)
Or maybe that is my natural response of distancing myself enough to not be scarred by the: if not commonplace: then accustomed to, simplistic and sudden lack in effort to continue communication.
Caused by a variety of reasons to be sure. Most of which were, are and will be out of your control. But before those even took or take place in order to make all absence 'Okay', I got lashed at by simple choice. Simple choice, I say because according to you, you do nothing, absolutely nothing without wanting to. Every action you take or make is not influenced at all by any of your surroundings in any way.
Forgive me for smiling while I say that. Since you probably already know how that falls apart as i say it. Finding yourself in the currently unbelievably rare and beautiful situation that you are now a part of, because something someone else said, or did. Hmm Hmm.
That in mind, along with the knowledge that, yes, we did discuss this in the past and you had admitted to doing so willingly and without outside influence, angered and hurt me. And so, as I've mentioned my naive masochism before, My coping mechanism for the repetition of such a situation would be my unending sarcastic remarks about the matter. All meanwhile maintaining contact with you. Fair trade I though it in our ever estranging friendship. You choose to let time pass us by, and I choose to show you a percent of how it affects me as the biting need suggests.
But it seems pride doesn't let you honor even that.:Laughs:
We had known from the start the trouble that we'd be to one another. But that's purely Proportional or Exclusively a Point of view now. A sad realization, to be honest.
The damnable Humor of it, to speak like we've known each other all our lives, or argue endlessly.
This is the Second Unsent Letter.
All written, then deleted, Only to be replaced with:
"::sighs and smiles kindly::... I think this is enough."
Or maybe that is my natural response of distancing myself enough to not be scarred by the: if not commonplace: then accustomed to, simplistic and sudden lack in effort to continue communication.
Caused by a variety of reasons to be sure. Most of which were, are and will be out of your control. But before those even took or take place in order to make all absence 'Okay', I got lashed at by simple choice. Simple choice, I say because according to you, you do nothing, absolutely nothing without wanting to. Every action you take or make is not influenced at all by any of your surroundings in any way.
Forgive me for smiling while I say that. Since you probably already know how that falls apart as i say it. Finding yourself in the currently unbelievably rare and beautiful situation that you are now a part of, because something someone else said, or did. Hmm Hmm.
That in mind, along with the knowledge that, yes, we did discuss this in the past and you had admitted to doing so willingly and without outside influence, angered and hurt me. And so, as I've mentioned my naive masochism before, My coping mechanism for the repetition of such a situation would be my unending sarcastic remarks about the matter. All meanwhile maintaining contact with you. Fair trade I though it in our ever estranging friendship. You choose to let time pass us by, and I choose to show you a percent of how it affects me as the biting need suggests.
But it seems pride doesn't let you honor even that.:Laughs:
We had known from the start the trouble that we'd be to one another. But that's purely Proportional or Exclusively a Point of view now. A sad realization, to be honest.
The damnable Humor of it, to speak like we've known each other all our lives, or argue endlessly.
This is the Second Unsent Letter.
All written, then deleted, Only to be replaced with:
"::sighs and smiles kindly::... I think this is enough."
