1/4/17, 2:42pm, sitting in the chair by the screen door in m—-‘s house in s— b—-; WB and JH are in the other room
I am honestly so done with JH, I’m not even reflective right now. I am angry. I am not understanding, and I have no desire to continue this friendship. he is *mean* — meaner than necessary, meaner than anyone’s really been to me since with were all sociopaths in middle school. I don’t see where it’s coming from. it’s immature. it’s petty. it’s ruining my trip. it’s honestly so, so much easier to make this enjoyable for everyone. and WB is of course the silent diplomat, staying uninvolved. but I can’t keep taking these hits anymore in silence, and I’m beginning to lash out, and I hate what this is doing to me.
and so, JH: unless you change, really change — I’m letting go of this friendship. this is that moment I’m making that decision.