no, i’m sorry, i don’t think it was such a good idea to indulge you. or me.
no, i’m sorry, i didn’t expect to always be on the sidelines. no, i’m sorry, i don’t take it well when people are too busy to be bothered with me. no, i don’t take it well when i am reminded just how marginal i am. no, i don’t take it well when i am, forever and ever amen, the last priority.
no, i don’t take it well when someone acts like it shouldn’t matter. no, i don’t take it well when someone pretends not to know when it has been communicated so many times. no, i don’t feel cared for when it is more important to pretend than acknowledge.
no, i don’t think i can do this anymore. no, i don’t think it’s possible to pretend. no, i don’t think it’s right, proper, fair, or kind to do so.
no, i don’t expect it’s anyone’s problem, issue, or cross but mine.
no, i don’t expect you to understand. no, i don’t expect you to change. no, i don’t expect it will ever make a difference, and no, i am not willing to ask for or endure another round in which it all can be demonstrated to me again.
no, it is not mental feedback.
i have always wished you well. i will always wish you well. i have always cared for you. i will always care for you. i have always wanted the best for you. i will always want the best for you. i have always known it could not possibly be me.
time for me to stop pretending. time to admit you never did.
i guess what they say is true… sometimes trying to be friends hurts more than letting it go. stars knows that’s the only reason i’d ever do so.
i wish i could be what you need. i can’t. too much here. but you know this.
i’m the one who was being stubborn. big shock, eh?
par.
at least this time, i have the sense to leave the course.