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22nd October 2010

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Dear Mike,  For God’s sake, just fuck her or don’t fuck her already. And, sure, maybe you actually “like her.” Maybe you want more than just a fuck, but let’s be honest… I don’t think you’re ready for anything more than that in your life. Let’s pretend for a moment that you did love me (but you didn’t, I know you didn’t, and moreover, I didn’t love you, either which is why this so ridiculous). How long could you really have kept it up? I have a hard time believing that you can legitimately care for anyone but yourself, despite the fairly successful guise you put on to the world. And let’s be honest, you need to focus on you. You are fucked up. (And, honestly, I was letting myself get fucked because of you up, too.) You need to focus on that now; you need to take some time and find out what the fuck you want. All I’m saying here is… Just fuck her or don’t. And, you know, she’s a nice girl despite the fact that she is way too outgoing and joyful (but, hey, maybe that was our problem all along?). I just hope you don’t jerk her around the way you fucking did me; I hope you don’t give her false hope. And through it all, I can’t help but wonder if you’re doing this all to spite me. I hope not—I hope you do still have some fucking decency. I hope you’re doing this for you. I’m just saying, if this is for spite, you may as well save it. You may have residual feelings (perhaps guilt?) over “us,” but guess what—I don’t. You broke up with me. Don’t forget that. If anyone deserves spite, it’s you. But you know, I simply don’t care about it enough. Here’s the simple conclusion I come to, dollface. I sometimes forget that we ever dated at all. I am perfectly content being your friend, even if you are a spiteful little boy half the time. I sleep just fine every night… Do you?

Dear Mike,

 For God’s sake, just fuck her or don’t fuck her already. And, sure, maybe you actually “like her.” Maybe you want more than just a fuck, but let’s be honest… I don’t think you’re ready for anything more than that in your life. Let’s pretend for a moment that you did love me (but you didn’t, I know you didn’t, and moreover, I didn’t love you, either which is why this so ridiculous).

How long could you really have kept it up? I have a hard time believing that you can legitimately care for anyone but yourself, despite the fairly successful guise you put on to the world. And let’s be honest, you need to focus on you. You are fucked up. (And, honestly, I was letting myself get fucked because of you up, too.) You need to focus on that now; you need to take some time and find out what the fuck you want. All I’m saying here is… Just fuck her or don’t. And, you know, she’s a nice girl despite the fact that she is way too outgoing and joyful (but, hey, maybe that was our problem all along?).

I just hope you don’t jerk her around the way you fucking did me; I hope you don’t give her false hope. And through it all, I can’t help but wonder if you’re doing this all to spite me. I hope not—I hope you do still have some fucking decency. I hope you’re doing this for you. I’m just saying, if this is for spite, you may as well save it.

You may have residual feelings (perhaps guilt?) over “us,” but guess what—I don’t. You broke up with me. Don’t forget that. If anyone deserves spite, it’s you. But you know, I simply don’t care about it enough. Here’s the simple conclusion I come to, dollface. I sometimes forget that we ever dated at all. I am perfectly content being your friend, even if you are a spiteful little boy half the time. I sleep just fine every night… Do you?

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