You know, it was a good friendship. I got to finally got to have a best friend. Sure I've had\have best friends and stuff, but girls and guys best friends is different. Girls its more a brother-sister sort of thing. This was more of a dudebro like "fuck yeahh football" kind of friendship haha. We were only friends for like 4 months before we started growing apart, and like 5 before it was dead. It was a long line of unfortunate mishaps and misunderstandings I guess it could be put. It was a really fun period of time. There was always a random adventure every weekend and there was always something to laugh my ass off about. New years was fucking halarious and it was probably one of the most memorable events of my adolescence. You made me realize it wasn't about conforming to a certain stereotype. I should be the person I want to be and if that happens to be a stereotype, then what fucking ever. Then I got over being scene. Then something was wrong. Apparently there was something I did wrong. You called me out on several occurences of things I did that I didn't even know I did. Some occurrences were months-old events. Why couldn't you have said anything at the time? You said because you didn't want to start a fight. But I guess everything still turned out fine for you. I was completely passive. I apologized for everything. But that didn't do it. We totally drifted, and I saw that. So I tried as best I could to be friendly so we could be good friends again. I guess I did something again. And suddenly overnight you decided not only that we shouldn't be friends, but that we were on bad terms as well. You ignore me almost completely and pay little attention to anything I do to try and reconnect our ties yet again. At least you communicated very briefly with me today. Sorry if I bug the shit out of you by opening my mouth. Sorry if allllllll 3 of my piercings are incredibly offensive to you. Im not destroying my body. That is but your perception. To me it is completely different. I feel that I was born with an outer image that is unlike that of which I feel I am inside, and through expression such as modification I find more of who I am in such. I didn't quit becoming scene because I wanted to be "different". Its because I naturally progressed away from it. Admittedly I do talk down about the scene, and that is my humble error. And I have almost completely remedied that. I am not trying to fit in with anyone or conform to a certain culture and\or stereotype. I am what I feel is right. I like body modification, I like hardcore and extremely heavy music, but I also like classical orchestra, sonata, and opera. I also like to read a lot, and love viewing ancient and contemporary art. I like things that aren't conventional. What stereotype is that? Why don't you tell me since your good at placing labels on people. I have played my role and have given up this cold dispute. You obviously don't want to be friends, and I guess im fine with that. We had a good time, and I guess it ended near the right time. Im still a little pissed we never hit the mountains like we were all gonna do, and we never got to hang near everyday during the summer. We never got to save up and buy those tanks from american apparel we always wanted. You me and rachel were never able to get down in the pit together. We never got to do dual-screaming vox for rock band. We never bought a keyboard and recorded songs for our band Shipwrecked. I know karina or lindsay are gonna say something like "lol bromance" or something like that. And the people reading this calling me gay or "fag" or laugh at me for the hundreth time. Whatever. You were my best friend and you still are. It sucks this had to happen, but im glad this ended without a fight. At least I can still remember junior year fondly instead of the first 12 dreadful years of school that preceeded it. Thanks for teaching me so many things, and giving me a helping hand when I really needed it. I wouldn't be the same person today had I not met you. Im gonna miss almost beating you at super smash bros brawl, or talking your dad and him being tottally fine with us going to parties. It wasn't time wasted. It was time well spent.
but, of course, all this I have just said is only my perception.
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