Enough.

Forget you, and the friendship that you have decided to be nothing more than a long drawn out pursuit for a tumble between the sheets. Forget you, and the fact that you decided that I wasn't worth being friends with when I turned down your romantic advances. Forget you, and the fact that you don't seem capable of maintaining a friendship that isn't all about you getting your cock sucked.


I came into the friendship wanting nothing more than that. I told you that, and now you're so bleeding immature that you're willing to throw away the friendship and trust that took months to forge. I don't appreciate the fact that you are so capable of throwing away the long conversations. I don't appreciate the sense of betrayal that dares to rear its head when I think of the times I called you crying over the time of our friendship, knowing that in the end it was just a ploy to get into my pants.


You know what? I'm glad I never slept with you. You never deserved me, and I see that now.


So, if you ever decide to grow up, then feel free to contact me. I'm through making the effort.