Got unfriended by someone I've known for a while.
This was before I had the guts to stop following them myself.
What follows is, more or less, the final statement I was reserving for them before I decided not to send it:
There is a lot of pressure living in these times.
I am going to have a harder time sympathizing with you in my current condition if you keep crying wolf as you continue to stay sheltered.
I can't keep listening if you're all, "Oh, Chad I know you got shot, but I live in terror over getting shot! In my room I never leave!"
I haven't been shot yet, thankfully, but this is where it was going. Fast.
You're trapped yourself in your own prison. You swallow the key each morning as a ritual.
No one is going to save you from that. No one is going to foot your bill to escape. You lull them over, but you won't ever really let it happen.
You'll shoot them first.
Don't blame us. Blame yourself.
Call me when you finally parole yourself.
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