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I'm just gonna say it. The retweet about no one ever asking the strong how they are doing- I still have a couple years of private convos asking if you were ok when no one else did. The retweet about some people with brains do an awful lot of talking- yeah, but some of us actually SAY something. The retweet about dementia that disappeared- way below the belt after total public confessions about my cognitive disability bcuz autism spectrum and memory problems and depression. The retweet of a nearly naked woman with her butt up over a chair- you totally woulda reamed D for tweeting that.
If I can be passive-aggressively spoken to on twitter, I can speak passive-aggressively back on my blog. This is the fallout of a very public wildly unbalanced friendship. This is what happens when you court someone with autism with the words 'I love you' for 3 years and then don't follow up with being honest and genuine to someone who is easily used and manipulated.
I have so many positive and proactive links and graphics peppered through all my stuff that STILL promote you and the people you write for. I have put more quality public and private time into YOU than any other person I've ever known on the internet. I've agonized over and privately expressed genuine concern and hurt over you, and instead of actually working on the friendship or addressing what was really bothering me or even just saying goodbye, it's just over and I was part of the trash you took out and walked away from.
You had access to my mission statement, my hopes and dreams, practically became family in my household. We all know your name. If you knew how extremely rare this is in my life and how many people around the globe lurked around every single interaction I had with you, you. would. faint. There are people out there who would give their arms to have that kind of access to me.
I don't do head games. I cried over you. It really did hurt when I realized you didn't are about my stuff at ALL, and that you were just using me to get attention and fill a space in your life, and it really did scare me when you said you didn't care if you died, and that you were going to drink yourself to death.
If you don't want real friends, don't say things like that to them in private.
As for the rest, may all your dreams come true and I wish you joy and happiness. And fame. You seem to crave fame. I wish you lots and lots of fame.
If I can be passive-aggressively spoken to on twitter, I can speak passive-aggressively back on my blog. This is the fallout of a very public wildly unbalanced friendship. This is what happens when you court someone with autism with the words 'I love you' for 3 years and then don't follow up with being honest and genuine to someone who is easily used and manipulated.
I have so many positive and proactive links and graphics peppered through all my stuff that STILL promote you and the people you write for. I have put more quality public and private time into YOU than any other person I've ever known on the internet. I've agonized over and privately expressed genuine concern and hurt over you, and instead of actually working on the friendship or addressing what was really bothering me or even just saying goodbye, it's just over and I was part of the trash you took out and walked away from.
You had access to my mission statement, my hopes and dreams, practically became family in my household. We all know your name. If you knew how extremely rare this is in my life and how many people around the globe lurked around every single interaction I had with you, you. would. faint. There are people out there who would give their arms to have that kind of access to me.
I don't do head games. I cried over you. It really did hurt when I realized you didn't are about my stuff at ALL, and that you were just using me to get attention and fill a space in your life, and it really did scare me when you said you didn't care if you died, and that you were going to drink yourself to death.
If you don't want real friends, don't say things like that to them in private.
As for the rest, may all your dreams come true and I wish you joy and happiness. And fame. You seem to crave fame. I wish you lots and lots of fame.
