:^(

Claudia’s graduation dinner was really fun! There were definitely points in the night where I felt uncomfortable, but that was at fault of the presence of severed friendships and not at fault of the party itself.

I bonded with Alexandra (Oh God, excuse that awful pun that was wholly accidental) which was pretty rad. Stoked that I don’t feel awkward around her anymore. JUST IN TIME FOR HER TO BE OUT OF EAST THOUGH HAHA MY LUCK??!?

Anyway, it was a lovely night. Sean looked so gosh dang handsome.

I made the mistake of checking John’s twitter about half an hour ago to see if he said anything generally negative or sad (because he’s with Sean right now, and I’m very worrisome). Instead I ran into his “I did it for him, not you.” subtweet.

I literally said “Can you do that for him?” when I asked him to spend the night with Sean.

Maybe I pissed you off by saying “Thank you” at the end of the phone call, but I only asked you because everyone else was busy.

I don’t think you’re an exceptional friend, John. Matter of fact, I think you’re a really bad friend. I feared for someone I love, and Saul was busy, Sarah was out of town, and I don’t have any of his other friends’ numbers. You were literally my last choice on who to call.

But the main point here is that I didn’t care that you were last on my list, or that I had to call you, or ask you to do something for Sean. None of that shit mattered because all I was thinking about was Sean. The fact that you took time to subtweet about me just makes your immaturity and selfishness shine brighter.

I’m nothing but nice to you, you inconsiderate scum of a person. You’re a poor excuse of a friend. You’re a poor excuse for anything, John, and you will spend your life pretending otherwise.

I hope you read this and realize that the world doesn’t revolve around you and your masks, and your fake laughs, and your desperately hidden emotions that make you cry about your mom. Success doesn’t matter when you look in the mirror and feel disappointed.

I asked you FOR Sean. It’s a shame that being a shoulder for your “best friend” is a chore to you, and not a given. You’re a shame.

I’m so sick of becoming broken.