April 9, 2012
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panic…
He boldly hails me in chat. Cracking a lopsided joke to get the response he wanted. Only this time I told him no. I told him that I was too devastated by his treatment of me to ever think about seeing him again. I told him that he played off bad behavior by claiming to be an asshole, but that it wasn’t an apology. He certainly wasn’t my friend. I told him that he used people and that he didn’t know how to be a friend.
Then I told him that I thought he was too cowardly to contact me. It’s fine, because I never want to see him again.
Let D put that in his pipe and smoke it.
I’m hoping that maybe I’ll sleep tonight.
