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Move the fuck on? Really? Because YOU are the one bringing it up. I asked you to stop so that I could continue MOVING THE FUCK ON, but you kept pushing, even when I told you my BABY DIED and I couldn’t handle it. You kept at it. Thanks. I’m done. I am going to forget about you after this moment. You will never touch my life again. I wish you’d never been in it in the first place. Every memory, I want to erase. How many years was I so blind? I can’t believe I ever put my friendship, time, love, and self into anything having to do with someone that would do what you’ve done. You kicked me when I was down, when I begged you not to. You turned one of the few happy places I had just for me to focus on when I was struggling (tumblr) into a freaking battle ground for a dead friendship when you DIDNT have to do that. We could have lived peacefully just in our own lives. You could have journaled privately. You could have had one OUNCE of respect and compassion for the crushing pain you KNOW I was feeling from the miscarriage and let it go when I asked. Even though we aren’t friends anymore, I still thought you were better than that. You’re playing this stupid game and I’m hurt and sick of it and done. You are nothing to me anymore. I wish you’d never been anything to me ever. Goodbye forever.

Move the fuck on? Really? Because YOU are the one bringing it up. I asked you to stop so that I could continue MOVING THE FUCK ON, but you kept pushing, even when I told you my BABY DIED and I couldn’t handle it. You kept at it. Thanks. I’m done. I am going to forget about you after this moment. You will never touch my life again. I wish you’d never been in it in the first place. Every memory, I want to erase. How many years was I so blind? I can’t believe I ever put my friendship, time, love, and self into anything having to do with someone that would do what you’ve done. You kicked me when I was down, when I begged you not to. You turned one of the few happy places I had just for me to focus on when I was struggling (tumblr) into a freaking battle ground for a dead friendship when you DIDNT have to do that. We could have lived peacefully just in our own lives. You could have journaled privately. You could have had one OUNCE of respect and compassion for the crushing pain you KNOW I was feeling from the miscarriage and let it go when I asked. Even though we aren’t friends anymore, I still thought you were better than that. You’re playing this stupid game and I’m hurt and sick of it and done. You are nothing to me anymore. I wish you’d never been anything to me ever. Goodbye forever.