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To:[Terry]
From:[BBFF]
Subject: Updates

I broke up with him Sunday. Sorry you got this later. Just been pre occupied and stuff. Wanna go out and do something fun?






To:[Ford]
From:[GMC]
Subject: You & Me

Hey, havn't seen you at all around the suite. I just wanted to, you know, say hey. Let ya know I still care about whats going on.

-wings


Date: 2008-05-14 07:48 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] x-wither.livejournal.com
To:[Guthrie, J.]
From:[Ford, K.]
Subject: That doesn't actually exist

Well I told you I wouldn't be around the suite for a while. You gave up all rights to be informed of anything going on when you broke up with me. You don't get to keep that spot once you vacate it.

-K.F.

Date: 2008-05-14 07:52 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] x-wither.livejournal.com
To:[Guthrie, J.]
From:[Ford, K.]
Subject: Except we never were

What would have been the point? Your mind was made up and it's what you want. There isn't a point to fighting to keep something that doesn't want to be kept. How is it fair for you to want to be all concerned with how I am now? We weren't ever friends Jay. Actually, I remember avoiding you a whole lot because you liked to intentionally try to send me into panic attacks. That's not a friendship and the only time friendship existed was within something else. Something that's been burnt to the ground now.

If you had loved me leaving wouldn't have been the answer you came to. Drop the act.

-K.F.

Date: 2008-05-14 08:08 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] x-wither.livejournal.com
To:[Guthrie, J.]
From:[Ford, K.]
Subject: We never did things the "right" way

Oh, I got the point. You love me. It hurts to look at me. I turn you into a horrible person you don't want to be. You left. 'Bout sums it up, don't it?

You ever stop to think I'm just not like you and I don't react the same way to things? You want to know why you were the only one who ever seemed to start fights? Because even when you did stuff that annoyed the hell out of me or drove me up the wall it ultimately didn't matter to me. I let it go. Because it wasn't as important to me as other stuff. The fact I wasn't starting fights wasn't me not caring. It was me picking what mattered to me, which was you.

I was happy. But you weren't. So you did what will make you happy. I'm fine with that. I told you then, I don't want you to hate yourself. But don't expect me to pretend I'm happy about it when I'm not and I probably won't ever be happy about it.

Funny way of showing it.

-K.F.

Date: 2008-05-14 08:37 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] x-wither.livejournal.com
To:[Guthrie, J.]
From:[Ford, K.]
Subject: Thought you weren't a freak?

I will never understand what your problem with my sexuality is! Yes, I'm straight. So what? So. Fucking. What? That didn't change anything for me. I fell in love with you anyway. Only person I've ever loved and it was you. And I don't understand why me being straight mattered to you more than me being in love with you did. You're gay but I didn't care how many guys you might have been friends with or talking to or whatever. You were mine. That's all that mattered to me.

I didn't put any words in your mouth. And I never asked you to be a rock. I remember asking you to just talk to me. I remember telling you that if you wanted me around to just say something, 'cause I would've been there. I get really absorbed in my art, and you know this. Having a job, having friends, none of that took me away any more than I already would have been away because I default to art. And yeah, I forget the time. And I just don't realize things or they don't occur to me to consider. But all you had to do is say "Kevin I want you here right now" and I'd have always been there unless I really couldn't be.

I'm sorry that I'm oblivious and I'm sorry that with the exception of you that I like girls and I'm sorry that I'm not telepathic so I couldn't know what I was doing or not doing that bugged you before it got too much for you because you didn't bring it up much and when you did ultimately you kissed me and the fight went out of both of us when you did 'cause when you kiss me I can't think of anything else. I'm sorry I was a miserable, awful boyfriend. But don't think for a second that I didn't really love you or that I ever had eyes for anyone else. I got playful with people when I was in a really good mood, but I NEVER wanted anyone but who I had. And I never wanted to not be touching you, but you knew what I was to begin with. You knew I wouldn't risk you. And you got involved anyway. I knew it wouldn't be enough, because how could it ever be enough for anyone when they could have someone else who could touch them like a normal person? And you did it anyway and I was right. I'm sorry I wasn't willing to risk hurting you just so I could have more of what I wanted. But I'm not sorry that I wouldn't hurt you because of what I am.

But don't expect me to be able to be nice. I'm not trying to mean so I'm sorry I am. Try dangling a steak just out of reach of a starving dog. See how nice that dog is to you. He don't mean to be but it's cruel to wave exactly what he wants and what he needs in front of him and then tell him that he can't have it. So stop doing it to me.

Date: 2008-05-14 09:46 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] x-wither.livejournal.com
To:[Guthrie, J.]
From:[Ford, K.]
Subject: Speak for yourself

Your problem isn't being needy. Your problem is irrational jealousy and not being able to trust the person you're with. Your problem is blowing things out of proportion and letting your imagination turn it into something it's not. And your problem is not talking about problems until they're too big for you to bear. And I guess your problem was living and breathing me. Destruction ain't ever something you should live for.

Figure it out, but I can't be your friend. I'm sorry but I can't. I can't see you but not have you. I don't know how to. The thought of trying to be your friend is harder than the thought of not having anything. I'd rather be empty than be taunted by shadows. It'd be like having a really bad print of a breathtaking painting. A print with blurred, streaky lines so you can only kind of make out the figures that are so clear in the original.

I can't be around you. I can't pretend to be your friend. I can't talk to you. You made the choice that was best for you and this is the choice that's best for me. I can't have you in my life. Not at all. Not ever again. 'Cause if you tried to come back I don't think I'd be strong enough to say no and when you left again it'd just be worse.

Date: 2008-05-14 10:03 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] x-wither.livejournal.com
To:[Guthrie, J.]
From:[Ford, K.]
Subject: Not really

I don't want you to love me. Purge me from your system, get over me, move on and find someone who can be what you want and what you need. 'Cause it obviously ain't me. I don't want you wasting your time loving me.

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