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Oct. 14th, 2005 10:10 amDear you,
I'm so angry at you right now I could kill someone.
So I'm sitting here, on payday, and I'm thisclose to being broke.
You, in essence, have probably $1000 of my money. Money I should have.
You say you want to get some things off your chest. Fine. Good. This is the SECOND time you've said this.
Now do something. Call me. Talk to me. Get rid of whatever it is. Because I've felt guilty since the DAY I moved. But that's probably not good enough for you. I don't understand what it is that you want/think you're going to get from me. Do you want me to cry? Prostrate myself? Not going to happen. I've lost my damned HAIR worrying about your ass.
But you don't even fucking care about it. Do you. You never called me, not even to bitch, not even to "Get stuff off your chest". I never should have paid ANY of the utilities after I left. I should have disconnected the phone. I should have done SOMETHING to make you understand how I feel.
I'm angry now.
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Date: 2005-10-14 02:40 pm (UTC)*hugs for you*
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Date: 2005-10-14 02:47 pm (UTC)It is now time to beat you with a clue by four. Stop being the nice guy and bailing his ass out. It is not your responsibility to keep his sorry ass afloat, especially if you're making yourself broke in the process.
There's a fine line between being a nice person and being used and abused. You are being used. Get yourself out of that situation. Now.
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Date: 2005-10-14 03:50 pm (UTC)Grrr. I've had to let go of my anger, but it still stings a bit when I do think about it.
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