No.

Every fucking time.

Every fucking time I think I'm finally aking a step forward something happens to you. And that's no your fault, no, life happens and it's awful and I'm so glad that you're okay after you rolled your car and I'm sorry that you're losing your apartment. And yes, I mean it when I say "I'm here if you need me."

But every time I start to think about you a little less, you decide to tell me thar something has gone wrong with you.

WHAT DO YOU WANT?
WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME?
YOU DON'T OWE IT TO ME TO TELL ME THIS SHIT. I DON'T DESERVE TO KNOW ANYTHING.

You know DAMN FUCKING WELL that telling me you flipped your car or losing your apartment is gonna send me into a fucking panic and no it's not my problem but god damn it you know I don't work that way.

Every fucking time I start to step forward and I start to think that maybe I'm finally over you something sends me into a panic about how I don't know if you're okay and what's going on and how is she gonna blah blah blah blah blah

YOU blocked ME
I STOPPED messaging you. The last message I sent was asking you guys to stop using my Netflix over a month ago.
YOU don't want to be friends.
YOU don't want me in your life.

And that's fine.

But fucking act it.

I don't need to worry about your shit when my life is falling to pieces when I'm still picking up the pieces from the last time.

Make up your mind.
Keep me out of your life, or bring me back in.

But don't play this fucking in the middle game because I don't need this shit.