

I’m gonna reply to this now, and I’ll speak to you on MSN after class. I’m sorry, James, I really am, but you need to stop fucking blaming me for this. You’re the reason our friendship was put under stress to begin with. I was on MSN 24/7 for like 2+ months, waiting for you to have a spare second to get online during your oh so busy life. You’re the one who drifted first, so don’t you fucking dare act like this is all my fault, because it ISN’T. I’ll speak to you later, and we can sort this out, okay? You know, or should know, that I’m sorry, and I love and miss you. I just don’t appreciate being blamed for this shit.