Bruises.

Mike said quite some time ago that my relationship with Josh was going to end just like my relationship with Peter.

He was right.

I felt like a bit of a cock after leaving him a rude email, commenting on my massive disliking of his behaviour the previous evening, but now I feel completely justified and satisfied with my decision. Josh acted like an asshole, he deserves my wrath. Fucker.

I didn't say much to him at the beginning of the night because I just didn't want to. After first break, realising that he was insanely moody and quiet, I felt a little bad. After lunch, I felt worse.
I mentioned to Mike that I seemed to be a sucker - always giving people the second chances that I probably shouldn't. He said that I was, infact a sucker and I needed to choose my friends more carefully. I don't think I agree with him to that extent, but I sympathize with his wisdom. I after all, would have said the exact same thing.
I finally decided to try to talk to him, but he was just simply rude. He didn't speak, he just moped. And the times that he did speak were quick and dripping with sarcastic undertones. It was difficult to keep a smile.

"Why are you so moody?"
"No sleep."
"That's not my fault."
"It could be."
"It's not... Do you hate me?"
*grumble*
"Alright."

I walked away, trying to seem like his craptacular aditude didn't phase me.

Soon after I was speaking to Derek about our Birthday Breakfast plans and casually asked Josh if he was going to come.

"Are you going to come?"
"No."
"Why not?"
"Don't want to."
"Why?"
"Well... I dunno... It's just... sort of..."
"Just say it."
"I don't know."
"Do you want me to just fuck off?"
"I don't care."
"That's a good enough answer for me."

And I walked away.

I almost cried when he told me that he wasn't going to come. I want him to come. I even said I would pay for his food. But now I realise it's just not worth it. It hurts my feelings that he doesn't want to be present for my birthday. I probably wouldn't be as hurt if I could understand why he didn't want to go, but because he literally has no answer for almost every single one of his reasons, I just feel empty.

I showed him the bruise that he gave me later on. He told me I deserved it and that was when I realised the line had finally been drawn.