So, Matthew Sunderland. You can fucking die. I have no idea what makes you so entitled to believe what you believe about the nature of human friendships. I guess it comes from you upbringing. Your parents truly fucked up, because whatever you think is normal and acceptable behavior is just ridiculously not. I have stood by throughout these last two and half years as a blind fool, defending your stupid choices and remaining your ally when I clearly shouldn't have. You have used me as a means to mediate your anger and angst, often not caring about how I felt about the matter, and ignored everything that I have ever told you. Last semester, you were being downright annoying and disrespecting to me. So I lashed out in really the only way I had, through banning you from the dressing room. You were not welcomed by actors in the dressing room, you got in the way of our work, and were downright distasteful around people in sensitive situations. Why the fuck did you have to be backstage when you weren't doing anything for show? You were the assistant lighting designer, weren't you suppose to go watch the play? I'll admit I was bitter of against you for dropping me as your dominate male friend for Chris Forrer, but I came to realize you only used me as something to make yourself feel better.
THEN you decide to cause all hell among everyone else while not saying a word to Alessa or I. You got your way, as usual, cause apparently you're so bloody special. And then you couldn't understand why I was so angry at you? Really? REALLY? I however decided to let that slide as usual because I am meek.
Dog Sees God - You shouldn't be CB. It was a terrible choice. But whatever, not your fault I guess. However you would constantly flaunt your victory around me. You know I wanted the part more than I had ever wanted something at our stupid school. But as usual, you got what you wanted, and you made everyone know it. Why did you need take your script to the pool, when we were swimming? There was no reason you needed to learn lines around us. We were playing marco polo. Don't think that I am that stupid to not know what you were doing.
Finally the whole towel thing. I allowed you into my apartment on the basis of you not even going near Garrett's things. I thought it would be good for you to get over your irrational need to destroy him. However you are just as petty as you ever have been. You went and rubbed your penis or peed on his towel. But first you couldn't figure out which towel was his, so you took a random guess and told me that you had done it to my towel. AND THEN YOU EXPECTED ME TO BE OKAY WITH IT?!? You were a fucking douche bag and you abused my trust.
Then last night. You were not the victim. I banned you from my room because you did something truly douchy and I couldn't trust you to be a decent person over here. And then you said something petty about me being banned from your apartment, and I didn't want to spend time with you. You called Amanda and yelled at her, and she hung up. And yet your feelings have been hurt and I am destroying our friendship?
Oh no sir. I am done. I have had to carry you across oceans of hate and negativity, and for what? To be treated like a large pile of compost to be burned? I don't deserve this. Amanda, Alessa, everyone you have ever treated like this doesn't deserve this. I will admit it, and I don't care if you are offended or hurt by it. YOU ARE A TERRIBLE HUMAN BEING.
I am not perfect. I have been pretty douchy and self centered in my life. But nowhere as cruel and maleficent as you. I am done being your friend. I can't coddle you any longer. I have not the love or patience anymore. I use to be a better person, you have made me worse. I am done.
