I hate you so much and I really want to tell you this. Yes, I had a crush on you, yes I lusted after you, yes you gave your virginity to me. It tears me up inside to think of that creepy fucking pig you call a boyfriend touching you in the places that I did.
FFS, woman, we were best friends for two years and now you won't reply to my messages, pick up the phone when I ring you, or even call me back. The worst fucking thing is, I don't even know why. You told me that things were all good after we fucked. You said that I hadn't fucked up our friendship at all. And now you won't fucking talk to me. I can't even tell you how much I hate you because you won't fucking talk to me.
P.S. I still get off thinking about you.
P.P.S. I want my fucking CDs back.
P.P.P.S. What's really fucking sad is that I'd still do anything for you, if you asked. I'd come back to you, no questions asked. I just would. I care for you that much.
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