Wednesday, November 14, 2012

Update: Dear John

West Coast, the author of the love letter, has officially broken away and fallen into the ocean - just like I knew he would, just like I said he would. Instead of hurt and pain, this Dear John letter only caused mild anger and indifference. And unlike my former self, instead of holding on, I completely let him go, foregoing any chance at a friendship or otherwise. Frankly, I just don't care enough. As far as I am concerned, she can keep him. He never was you know who anyway...

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