*written Nov. 2012
I hear you’re seeing someone one. Congrats, I was afraid you’d turned gay. Not that I have anything against homosexuals, but I know your family does and you’re already their first-born-failure. I try not to add any more shortcomings to the list. I’m just so relieved to hear that it’s a woman, especially after all of those awful things you said; so many remarks about asexuality, and disgust in women. Speaking of which, are we still all weak and pathetic, or is that just me now?
While I’m seeking clarification, was your new girlfriend supposed to be a secret? I just saw you last week with my roommate, yet now you’ve blocked her. It’s bad enough that YOU blocked me after spending hours commenting on my posts POST-Breakup but now you’re treating our mutual friends the same?
I get it, it’s Facebook. It really shouldn’t mean anything, but it does. You blocked me when you were harassing me. Now you block her after making the effort to rebuild your friendship. Am I to think the timing a coincidence? You would coincidentally prevent either of us from seeing your page just before publicizing your new relationship? You aren’t actually that clever, sorry to tell you.
Did you truly believe we would never find out? Or was your intention to incite drama? Block the mutual friend, inform this friends sibling of such actions, wait for hell to break loose? I don’t get you. You piss me off. She told me you did it to get my attention.
I’m watching. I’m not amused.
Even now your first step is to cater to me? Can you be over me already!? You and I are not friends. I know you love me but please, you’re doing entirely too much. I don’t care who you’re dating or who your internet friends are.
I thought someone new would mean positive change. I thought it would mean you had let go. I thought you’d replace my portraits with hers. No more hostility or discomfort. I thought that maybe, in a utopian world, we would even talk about what happened between us and get closure…or at the very least be civil.
Instead you block things that remind you of me. You start drama. And you leave my pictures on your profile for the world to see; photo albums of our adventures where yours and hers should be.
Remove me. Replace all of those jpg’s of us kissing with green androids and dogs and video game characters. Add images of you happy in a new relationship. Take me out. I’m tired of seeing my face under your name