Yeah, I did it.

I deleted you. And you. I guess I can't stand the thought of how we were close, and you just stopped talking to me. Even my mom said it was fucked up. I defended you when she said that you might be using me. But, what am I supposed to do now? Do I tell her that we just haven't talked in two months? Fuck that. If you ever get around to seeing this somehow, talk to me, and tell me why we stopped talking because I'd really like to know. But, as far as I'm concerned, I put in way too much effort to be your friend over the past 6 years for me to go and ask you why you stopped being my friend. Oh, and don't you dare call me asking to borrow any of my shit, or asking me for another fucking ride again. If that's all I'm worth to you, then you can go fuck yourself. It's so grand how when I have to move and can't give you a ride, or can't take you home after pick-up, all of a sudden, we don't talk anymore. I also wonder if you stopped talking to me because of her. If you did, I hope it was worth it. I'll remember that the next time you're in a jam. Oh, and thanks for being there for me when Erin and I broke up. You're a real pal. I guess, all I can really say at this point is:

Fuck you, Jesus.

And as for the other one, please, for my own sake and peace of mind, don't ever talk to me again. I trusted you once, twice, and even a third time to actually treat our friendship like something that isn't supposed to be put on hold. A simple, "Hi, how's it going?" would have been just fine. Even if it was every few weeks. Don't talk to me like we're friends. Friends don't ignore each other. One can never be too busy to just say hi to someone. Hell, you could have asked for my number and just texted me. I wouldn't have cared, but that's just how it is with you. You just talk to them if you see them. Sorry I wasn't part of your big plan, dick.

So, to that, I say:

Fuck you, Carmen.

I hope you two are happy at least. Regardless of how I can't stand the thought of either of you right now, I really do hope you're both doing well. Jesus, I hope you find someone new. Someone who'll actually be good to you. Carmen, I hope you make all your dreams come true. As far as I can see, that's all you're going to have going for you when you cross the finish line. I hate that I care about you guys. Because, quite frankly, it breaks my heart to think that I don't even know you anymore.