I can't deal with this; I just can't.
You think you have the right to say those things on your social networking accounts? You think it's okay to just let everything get lost in the vagueness of public statements while people are sucked into the intrigue? God, I can't even. I don't know why you have to do this.
I'm not saying I didn't do anything wrong, okay? I am irrational and stupid and I say dumb things when I miss you, because I feel frustrated when I don't see you for a long time. I pour my heart out to my friends because they're my friends, and because I don't think guys like it when girls get too clingy and demanding. That might've led to some hysteria that I never showed you, but I never really meant anything. And god, I never expected you to make time for me, it's just that I got lonely. That's all I said: that I hadn't seen you in a while, and I was lonely. My friends just went with what they thought a relationship should be, and so they pestered you to do things I would never have begged you to. I didn't even tell them to pester you in the first place.
If you had issues with that, you could've told me personally. I don't like assuming, so of course I didn't confront you. Actually, I don't even like confronting people in the first place; I'll only do it when I have to. You didn't have to make people who had access to your account wonder if your post had anything to do with me. I detest that. I never told you, but I have really bad issues with people making parinig online, for reasons I don't want to remember.
And the thing is, I really would've said sorry. I would've apologized wholeheartedly and did the most I could to make everything okay. Because I can be really stupid and despite all my excuses, if I did hurt you then I'm automatically wrong. I'd feel that way because I really hate it when I uninentionally make anyone upset.
But you wouldn't even handle it properly. Maybe if you cut me off completely, I would be satisfied enough, but you always replied. Distantly, of course, but you did. It strikes me as plastic; the way you talk to me like that and then rant about me on Facebook as if I were completely in the wrong. I would've been fucking sorry if you hadn't done that.
I have issues too, you know? I'm not stable, I get too angry, I become depressed, I'm bipolar; all that crap. I can't handle people like you. I knew that. But I really liked you, and even though I didn't think we were too similar, I thought maybe I could try, because I saw something. I felt something. And if you knew me from long ago, you'd know that I get crazy when I start to feel something.
I'm just so disappointed.