I type this with a heavy heart and a tinge of regret. Here’s to me hoping you’d chance upon this and with the help of certain online manipulation, realize that cherished comradery stems not from how many times you have inebriated chitchats with them nor from malicious tomfoolery. Ahoy there pot, are you calling me out for being black? I suppose certain aspects of my social conduct might occasionally warrant this spite but spending a small portion of last evening mulling over what might have directly provoked you to seemingly say the things you’ve said, has come up with nothing of real substance.
I also suppose she-said, he-said scenarios would be more befitting of primitive high-school adolescents but I’m sure you’ve long been acquainted with such melodramatics. Frankly my dear one would have their suspicions that you just might be unwittingly addicted to it. The irony is how entangled you get in your vicious schemes, and I’m sure you would agree that your existent life needs nothing more of it. How about taking a leaf off the regular-people-book and try some harmless mid-day soap opera watching or binge-eating?
But far from loathing your pitiful attempts at stirring drama or maybe your uninformed manner at winning back a few more friends you used to have , I have however come to a conclusion that irrational emotionally-floundering drunken behavior might just be an innate trait of yours and nothing anyone says or does will ever change that.
I will admit that some people have severely warned me prior to this but i guess my million acquaintances and twenty thousand social circles that I obviously attained by my irksome yapping just makes this all the more convenient to separate you from the pile of people whom I genuinely am interested in spending my time with and the other pile of people who are inconsequential and that other than brief encounters would not have made my life any more or less significant or special. I will still see you around, we will still spend time with the same friends, and we will still continue with our casual exchanges because such is the true nature of life and lies.
I think wasted more time perplexing over this than I should have, and am going to let to go with a mere 400 word-length vocalization in an online journal no-one reads. I have done my soul-searching, maybe you should think about doing yours. Until then, I bid you good day.
