I figured out what I was going to say. I was going to say that I felt a bit used, deceived, and exploited. I was going to say that I was willing to get over it, and I was willing to be friends with you. I was going to say that I missed our conversations, and that I wanted to meet up with you for a snack, and that I wanted to talk to you again.
I was going to tell you that I wanted to be your friend.
Then I realized you'd taken me off your friends list. Again. So much for you wanting to be my friend. So much for wanting to give it another try.
Fuck you. Fuck your half-assed attempts at reunion. Fuck your revisionist history, and fuck your unremitting unapologetic lies. I don't want to be friends with you anymore, I don't even want to talk to you. I did everything I could for you and I got screwed.
You want to be friends? You want to still talk? You claim to still care about me? Then go ahead and show it, and make me believe it, because I'm having trouble coming up with a single thing you did that wasn't for your benefit alone - a good number of which you're now denying you wanted, and blaming on me.
I'm not perfect. I'll admit it. I'll shout it to the world. But you know what? Neither are you. Get over it and admit it.