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We’ve been friends for about a year now. Seriously. Just get the fuck over yourself. The reason why I call and text you is because I want to spend time with you. It’s fun. Or at least it was until you decided that I was psychotic for sending you text messages. Seriously?! Now you just give me the fucking silent treatment until you decide it’s worth your while to respond. I thought I liked you, and it seemed like you actually liked me much more than just “as friends” but now you’re trying to repress your feelings or something and are taking it the fuck out on me. Because we can talk so openly about sex you are now all of a sudden convinced that I’m plotting to either fuck your man or cahortle you into a threesome. No fucking way. We work together. You know what? You’re more fun when you’re completely stoned and wasted! I shouldn’t have to hate myself for wanting to send you a fucking text message. My thoughts matter. Why the fuck don’t you give a fuck? I just wish it were easier for me to just say goodbye to you forever because you really are the biggest bitch alive (when I said I wasn’t mad, I was lying. Duh.) Everything isn’t so perfect in that rich ass world of privilage when you become too high and mighty for everyone else, now, is it? Bitch.
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