If you can’t get the best of us now, it’s because this is forever

I’m a big, fat puss.

I have this one friend in particular who I feel has totally given up on our friendship. And, “try” as she might, it just never seems good enough to me. Is that wrong?

I don’t even know how many times I’ve written a blog about it in vain, hoping she actually reads my blog, when its painfully clear that she doesn’t, because she would have (hopefully) gotten the hint already. I don’t know what to do.

Yesterday I wrote a pretty angst-ridden letter to her, but I don’t have the kahonies to send it because it’s dripping with sarcasm.

I’m still angry.

I’m hurt.

And I can’t understand on God’s green earth WHY she’s unable to just pick up the effing phone and make an effort? A REAL effort?

Do I have to like, fall and break my hip in order for her to actually give a shit?

And, to any of you nay-sayers, or people who think this is unfair, that I’m lashing out and not taking any blame, I’m taking blame. I went weeks without calling, too. We grew apart because we lived in different parts of the state. Then I finally called. And got voicemail. And called again. And got voicemail. And I’m sick to death of getting her voicemail.

makes no difference
our alphabet is missing letters