I haven't had much to say lately, but I just had a little experience on Facebook.
I pretty much figured there was no way I was ever going to talk to Pinkie again, and all of a sudden, the day I get bored enough to go play games on fucking Facebook, I notice she's changed her name.
She married that motherfucker. Goddamn it.
I looked through the pictures of her baby, since that's the only way I'll ever get to see it, and wrote her a short message on her wall about it:
"The pictures are beautiful. I'm never on FB anymore but I'd love to hear from you. Love you and miss you."
I don't know if I'll ever hear from her, but I'd like a fucking explanation at some point. I may not be the greatest person ever, but I'm pretty sure I don't deserve this. I stood by her through all her shit for three years and then she ditches me for a convicted felon? Uh-uh. That doesn't fly with me. Don't get me wrong, I'm pretty happy I don't have to deal with her crazy-ass family anymore, but all I wanted was a solid friendship and I couldn't even have that.
More later if I feel like it. I've been writing but not blog-type stuff.