Dear you,<\/p>\n
I feel like trash. \u00a0And it’s partially thanks to you. \u00a0I thought that if you cared for someone, you stuck around and waited for –\u00a0helped\u00a0<\/em>– them to get better. \u00a0I thought that if you were wanting to be a friend, you chose what was best for them<\/em> – not what was most convenient for you. \u00a0But apparently, I was wrong. \u00a0Unfortunately, caring for someone means that you “put up” with how negatively they talk and think of themselves until you just give up. \u00a0According to you, a friend isn’t someone who tells you when they feel bad. \u00a0According to you, a friend is not, nor will it ever be, someone who’s honest when you ask how they’re doing because it would hurt your feelings too much. \u00a0According to you, I will never be anyone’s friend in this lifetime because I can never live down to those standards. \u00a0You hurt me, and I am utterly enraged at your for it. \u00a0Because all I ever tried to do was be honest with you. \u00a0You say that I sound as though I am constantly asking for pity – although it is never an intention – but I\u00a0never\u00a0<\/em>deliberately put my feelings and what is easiest for me over those of the people I care about –\u00a0actually\u00a0<\/em>care about – or what is best for them.<\/p>\n Besides, your whole supposed “reason” for just up and leaving like you did was because you “hated seeing” the way you say I talk about myself. \u00a0But if that were true, would you have even said all that you did say to me? \u00a0Would you really have just walked out the door because it got “too hard” for you? \u00a0Is that really how you treat the people you say you care about? \u00a0If so, then I thank you. \u00a0I thank you for getting me out of there. \u00a0You twisted my words and said that I told you things I have not thought in years, and I’m beginning to think that all you wanted was an excuse to get rid of me. \u00a0You said I was not “bothering” you, yet you were constantly saying saying that you were going to stop talking to me – just out of nowhere. \u00a0No warnings, no reasons, just “I won’t talk to you anymore.” \u00a0I said to you multiple times how I word things horribly when it comes to personal matters. \u00a0And you held it against me. \u00a0You said I never listened to things you said, but it was always\u00a0you\u00a0<\/em>that asked about\u00a0me<\/em>, and I never wanted to talk about anything personal. \u00a0You say you don’t care about my problems, but before we stopped talking, you were constantly asking about them – even after I had clearly stated that I did not want to talk about it. \u00a0When we first met, you pushed me for a good five to ten minutes to talk about what was bothering me, and I said – over and over again – that I did not want to bother a stranger with my personal problems. \u00a0And you still pushed. \u00a0So I caved. \u00a0And you let me, gave me a bit of advice, even. \u00a0If you did not care about my issues and all, why did you ask me about them, repeatedly<\/em>?<\/p>\n I’m nothing to you now, aren’t I? You just wanted to play games with someone’s feelings – someone you already knew was vulnerable before you had even sunk your claws into them. \u00a0Didn’t you? \u00a0Someone who, when you met them, you were completely aware of their situation, so you knew you would get what you wanted out of them. \u00a0Are you proud of yourself? \u00a0Did you accomplish what you had been reaching for? \u00a0I sure hope not because you do not deserve the satisfaction.<\/p>\n Goodbye,<\/p>\n the “narcissist.”<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Dear you, I feel like trash. \u00a0And it’s partially thanks to you. \u00a0I thought that if you cared for someone, you stuck around and waited for –\u00a0helped\u00a0– them to get better. \u00a0I thought that if you were wanting to be a friend, you chose what was best for them – not what was most convenient … Continue reading “A Non-Heartfelt Letter”<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":20,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[4],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/578"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/20"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=578"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/578\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":598,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/578\/revisions\/598"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=578"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=578"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=578"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}