dear (you know who you are)
why did you have to be so mean to me? why did you say all those hurtful things, knowing that they would hurt me? i don't understand, and then when i ask for clairification, you tell me i should know, and you told me that it was too late...but i still don't fully understand all that i did wrong. some stuff, yes. a lot of other stuff, no. and i doesn't look like i will get another chance, will i?
i have regrets. you said you did to. right now, i'm mad as hell at you, because, well, it's easier to be mad and hate you than it is to miss you. and you'll probably be mad if you see this.
so sucks to be me, any way you slice the pie. and slice me you did....you cut, i bled, and i get a few new scars...thanks for those, btw.
anyway, hope your life is ducky, and all that good stuff. find what you need. i'll find what i need. with or without you there for me.
i'd hug you, but you rejected the last one.
so f**k you. you don't deserve my friendship anyways.
and don't worry about me killing myself over you. you wouldn't be worth it.
love always,
me
p.s. - i don't actually hate you. and i really don't mean all the hateful things. but it sure felt good....
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To the world you might be one person, but to one person you might be the world.