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I'm done. The drama revolves around you, once again, and I'm tired of second-guessing. I shouldn't have to think, "hey, why is my friend always surronded by drama?" You're my friend, so I should be able to just jump in and defend you, you know?
But I can't. Not because I don't want to, not because I'm too scared to and not because I don't consider you a friend. No, considered. Ahem, I don't do it because a lot of the time, I second-guess.
I'm done second-guessing. I'm just... done.
This is the last straw. I'm so sick of the drama. I'm not even gonna bother letting you try and defend yourself because I don't think I'd even believe you.
When you're ready to be a big girl, try and contact me. Maybe we can try and be friends, when you prove you're able to keep out of it.
I'm sorry this is such a horrible explanation. But I just don't know what to say to you, anymore.
Please show me the same courtesy and remove me from your flists.
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