letter.

i wrote one of these about four years ago. it helped.

to you,

so i'm tired of all of this. we need to stop talking because we've boiled down to fuck buddies once a week, not friends. i don't feel comfortable talking you anymore, and we both know you don't want me, so i'm done. you're an asshole who has taken too much of my time. you won't move on from a woman who doesn't want you enough to make it work, the woman who has a problem with the one issue you don't have a problem with. because you can't move on yes, you will be depressed still. but you won't move. because you're stuck thinking you can't. you need to make the effort but there's that inkling of a chance in your head. your chance with her.

i'm not perfect, i have insecurities and issues, i'm human. but we had fun. and when i was with you i didn't have problems. i felt good, comfortable. so i decided to try and hope, but i've been fighting a losing battle from the start. and i don't care what you do anymore, because you're an immature boy who doesn't want to be a man. so, sorry, i'm out. don't contact me, however the means. this isn't worth it for me to keep my foot in the door when you're poking it out with a goddamn cattle prod.

i want to be there for you, because i know that you need someone to talk to, but you don't talk to me anyway, so who the fuck am i even kidding.

have a good one, kid, i'm out. out out out. like elton john.

from,
me.