It’s interesting

How almost two years later you’ve managed to steal my friend, my look, my music taste, and a piece of my soul.

The guy that I used to play pool with reached out to me last week because it had been a while and I essentially gave him the cold shoulder, iykyk. He was my friend until he decided he’d rather save time to shoot pool with you than me. Hell he hugged me after we broke up. The absolute amount of emotional betrayal on the night of my birthday this year was actually numbing.

You said you liked metal, and I tried to get you into slipknot. You said you didn’t like it. Now after he contacts me you suddenly change your pfp to a slipknot shirt and a cowboy hat(that hat wasn’t your style it was mine. You never even liked it). I changed mine to me smoking a cigarette and now your name is (not real for privacy but similar) embers and how they are sacred.

Why are you screwing with me when you’re the one who shattered me? You’ve been just fine ever since we parted so why must you beat the dead horse?

Anyway, what else do you want from me?