I still love you, but...

I hate you now, too.

I hate you for ending things like you did. You didn't have to treat me that way at the end. You CHOSE to STICK IT to me on the way out.

I was a GREAT friend to you...regardless of everything else.

Now you say we can be friends? Yeah, sure. I'm holding my breath.

You know why you're the age you are with no other actual close friends of worth to you ?

Because you DON'T KNOW HOW TO BE ONE.

Okay that's mean to say and not true in some ways but sometimes that's exactly what I think.

How does being cynical and mistrusting feel NOW that you're back to being alone? Or did you find someone else willing to listen to your ** like I did?

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