To my friend

You're a lovely person most of the time but fuck me, you're hard work. Thanks for being a miserable cunt whenever I bring up my birthday. I haven't forgotten that you tried to cancel on me one year. The face you pulled when I suggested something that I thought YOU would like, on MY birthday, you'd have thought I'd have asked you to swim in the sewers. You don't ever think beyond your own bubble, do you? Ever thought that I'd be sad and alone at Christmas or on my birthday? Ever thought to invite me round for a drink or to do something?

Jesus Christ, all I'm trying to do is spend some time with you AND give you some more anecdotes so that you're not telling the same stories. If I have to hear about your 40th again (which you didn't bother to invite me to), I'm gonna fucking scream.

That's me done. I'm giving up asking. The stress isn't worth it. Fuck you.

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anonymous Friends December 14, 2025 at 2:03 pm 0 0