Dear _________,

It’s amazing how people change. It’s amazing how people can drift apart. I don’t know what happened between us. Quite frankly, I don’t even care anymore. I’m sick of being both wheels of this bicycle. Our bicycle. You. Are. A. HORRIBLE. Friend. I’m sick of being there for you and getting nothing in return. I’m sick of how I was the only one doing all these kind things. It’s done. It’s over. There’s so many things I want to say to you, and if I had the time, I’d sit you down and explain every reason why I think you should fucking choke. I’d tell you about the times when I felt like shooting myself in the back of my head, & you just stood there, next to me smiling your ass off. You asked what’s wrong. I replied with a “nothing”. A pretty fucking fake one. You smiled, said “ok”. & ran off. Who the hell does THAT? I’d tell you about the times you’ve cried, and I was there for you. I’d remind you of that one specific time where you refused to go down to lunch, because you locked yourself in a fucking bathroom stall & cried because of something your little “boyfriend” did. He’s damn ugly, by the way. It’s ok though, because now that I really look at you, you’re ugly too. The point is, I sat next to that bathroom stall until you stopped crying, I missed my lunch for you. My daily nutrition values thank you for that one, _________. I’d remind you of the countless emails & phone messages I left you while you were gone. I’d remind you of all the times I’ve called you on the telephone, only to have you mumble & grunt some stupid shit and then go back to sleep. At fucking 4 pm. That’s ok though, you were a boring person to talk to anyways. You, in general, are a boring person. You’re boring, you’re incoherent, incompetent, and just plain out DUMB. You’re fucking ordinary. There’s nothing worse then being ordinary. You’re not a friend anymore, you’re just there. Not for me, not for anyone else but your self. Selfish bastard. Go play in traffic.

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