I didn’t do anything. I literally laid there with a god awful migraine wanting to die because of the pain in my head.
I barely even moved.
Sure, I acknowledge that you were uncomfortable. I noticed that much earlier on, but I didn’t see any reason to do anything because you had more than sufficient opportunity to simply leave. That’s what I do when I’m in that situation, without a word, just exit.
It’s not my fault you didn’t do this, it’s not like you need my permission.
I’m not responsible for the actions of anyone other than myself, and in this case, the relevant actions were not at all things I did. By extension, I’m also not responsible for the emotions of anyone else.
It’s not my fault that, despite the fact that the only things I’ve really said about myself are that I’m literally a drug addict that is incapable of handling emotions in any way that doesn’t involve the use of chemicals, you apparently both seem to have this inexplicable attraction to me.
So no, I am not apologising, because I have done nothing that needs to be apologised for.
The question of whether I care about anyone’s feelings at all is irrelevant as well. It’s not that I don’t care, it’s that at no point was I ever obligated to fix your mental illness, to cater to your emotions exclusively and make everything okay. Your mental state is not my responsibility.
And things should have been left at that.
Instead, you had to tell everyone some story specifically about what I did. You went behind my back to gossip to one of my good friends about me specifically. Do you know what it’s like to have a good friend come up and say “I heard the story of what happened last night” just out of the blue? Honestly, I’m just thankful that at least he has the decency and common sense to ask me what my side of the story was before actually judging anyone.
You know what I told my friends? A vague account of why “it was a weird night” and I didn’t get much sleep because “people were acting weird and I wasn’t sure how to react to them, plus I had a really bad headache”
Not who you were.
THAT is what I’m angry about. You don’t have to tell everyone the specifics about who exactly was involved in a situation in order to vent about it. You might not care about privacy, but it’s still something that’s really important to me.
That and the passive-agressive tweets everywhere. Honestly, broadcasting it to the world? If you have an issue with me, just fucking tell me.
If you need to get something off your chest, do it in a way that doesn’t come off as a clear attack on someone who did nothing wrong in the first place.
You’re being extremely irritating, immature, and honestly I feel a bit stabbed in the back, so forgive me for trying to be kind by not saying anything to you because I know anything I do have to say would be cold, condescending, and do absolutely nothing to make you feel better.
I don’t think very highly of you as a person at all right now, but I was trying to be mature about it and just keep things to myself instead of attacking you, gossiping about it, or broadcasting it on twitter.
So yeah. There you go.
I’m okay if things are awkward between us.