OKAY.
So, this is not a really depressing post, but i need to vent.
Yes. It's about Bob.
To be honest, I haven't been thinking of him as much. Which is what he wanted. Fuck. His plan is working. He disapears, I carry on with my life, and we pretend like we never met.
NOT.
GOING.
TO HAPPEN.
He is no way in hell going to disapear from me. I'm not going to let that happen. In all honesty, I think he's making a big mistake. I've changed. I'm not going to make him cry anymore. I want him back. I miss him. So. SO. Much. And he obviously doesn't miss me. I sent him an email asking why he didn't want to talk to me, and I thought it was because his therapist told him not to. Wrong.
Well, he said that his therapist wasn't pleased with his talking to me, but he cut off our friendship on his own. He decided to.
I told him that I was never going to delete him, and I was going to continue to read his blog.
So what does he do?
He stops blogging.
GAWD FUCKING DAMN.
I know he stopped because his last post was posted 9 days ago. 9. that's not like him
Holy fuck.
OUCH.
