I don’t rant. I don’t have the flair for writing subtle sarcasm with razor-sharp wit. It usually ends up being whiny and humiliating, once I read through what I’ve written. I just don’t do it; it’s not one of my strengths in writing. But this… this is something I just cannot take. I’ve been seeing your so-called “cryptic” messages on Google Talk, changing all the time yet saying basically the same thing: “They turned their backs on me, all their promises were just lies. I’m tired of them, I’m moving on.”

You said you wanna let go of your past, but now you’re emo because you weren’t part of any projects we talked about in past years. What the fuck is this.

You made your choice. No-one forced you into it, no-one ostracized you into it. There was no grand betrayal, no soap opera-level drama. You didn’t find yourself waking up in the middle of the road with a bump on the head and a knife stuck in your back. You went through the same shit we all went through, you saw the same ugly side of humanity we all did. You saw how fickle humans are, how easily their thoughts sawyed. And when the odds were stacked against us, you up and left.

That’s fine, you know. We were all tired. We understood why you did what you did. The methods were odd, but we got the message. We wouldn’t have faulted you for it. But now you want to bitch about it? Champion la you.

No-one said we were giving up. You of all people should know how easily a plan can fall apart, and how it can be modified. You should know how the smallest of changes makes the difference between a well-written proposal and an honest-to-goodnes event. You were fucking there, in the middle of it all. We never gave up. You did. And now you post up your cryptic messages on Google Talk, hoping no-one understands? Macha, WE CAN ALL SEE IT.

I admit, I’m the last person to say all these things. God knows I can be emo also. And a hypocrite. And lazy. And a person who goes back on his word. Someone who procrastinates. Someone who gives excuses after excuses. I’m just amazed I still have friends who accept me, faults, warts and all. I’m exactly all the things you are.

There’s just one difference. You want to know what that is? Just a teeny-tiny thing.

I fucking stayed on.