{"id":444,"date":"2004-04-06T12:05:31","date_gmt":"2004-04-06T17:05:31","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/mindwork.net\/myblog\/?p=444"},"modified":"2004-04-06T12:05:31","modified_gmt":"2004-04-06T17:05:31","slug":"","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/mindwork.net\/myblog\/?p=444","title":{"rendered":""},"content":{"rendered":"<p>There comes a time&#8230;<\/p>\n<p>&#8230;When you decide enough is enough.  This is that time for me.  I&#8217;m sick of all the fake people and their endless lies.  I&#8217;m tired of people pretending they care only to turn on you later after you have bared your soul to them.  I only have time for real people who don&#8217;t play any games.  There is someone that I had known for almost four years.  He was my confidant, my friend.  He was so important for so long and standing face to face felt like a dream, always.  I came home and things started to change.  It was gradual at first but I could still feel it.  We seemed to have lost a spark that we had always carried before.  He became distant, I felt this and I let parts of him go.  He started to ignore me and then I became angry.  I did not tell him because I figured that maybe things were just strange for awhile.  This never went away, it didn&#8217;t heal on its own.  Last night I made a huge decision in my life.  I told that person who had been so much of my life for so long that we need a break from one another.  I refuse to have any contact with him and while this may seem a bit extreme, it is for the best.  When I am ready, I will make contact again but I fear I may never be ready for that again.  I think I have completely let him go.  I am not feeling such a loss as I feel relief in knowing that I don&#8217;t have to deal with any of the silence anymore.  It is done.  I am done.  I&#8217;m out.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>There comes a time&#8230; &#8230;When you decide enough is enough. This is that time for me. I&#8217;m sick of all the fake people and their endless lies. I&#8217;m tired of people pretending they care only to turn on you later after you have bared your soul to them. I only have time for real people&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":0,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-444","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/mindwork.net\/myblog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/444","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/mindwork.net\/myblog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/mindwork.net\/myblog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/mindwork.net\/myblog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=444"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/mindwork.net\/myblog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/444\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/mindwork.net\/myblog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=444"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/mindwork.net\/myblog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=444"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/mindwork.net\/myblog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=444"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}