i texted mike.
me: i'm thinking of transferring my pally.
mike: why nig? do i not love you enough?
me: mike, you stress me out so much that i feel like i'm the shittiest player in wow and that i shouldnt be at a tank. i know you get frustrated and i do too, but sometimes i just dont like to be yelled at or feel like crap.. it makes it not even fun.. i dont think you mean it but i hate feeling like shit over this game... make sense? the rest of the time it's fun playing with you. how late will you be home tonight?
mike: same time. if your gone sorry and good luck i am what i am bye
me: that just makes me think you dont even care...
me: well i'm leaving my mage and hunter and stuff but my pally is gonna go to demon soul and i'm gonna play with my cousin so it wont be like i'll be gone forever unless you dont even want to be friends now.
mike: you are gone. its whatever. bye. just fucking dont blame me. i am sure something else is going on. raiding or some shit.
me: i am not blaming you. nothing is going on and dont act like you never noticed me get quiet in vent cuz my feelings were hurt and you even left vent and told me u did cuz you knew you were stressing me out. but i guess if you want to act this way there is nothing i can do. i tried to talk to you about it which is all i can do.
mike: i am at fucking work i dont have wow drama. your with me or not simple and easy.
-- i didnt respond back cuz he's at work. but fuck me. i dont want drama and if he was willing to dismiss me that fast, then maybe i dont want him as a friend. too bad.
10:43 a.m. - November 25, 2008
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