“Not to put too fine a point on things, but go fuck yourself. You, my former friend, should know me well enough to know how difficult it is to reach the ends of both my vocabulary and patience. Somehow all these years, it escaped my notice that you’re such an unfuckingbelievable douchebag that you could find the limits of my words and patience in the same fucking day.
In case I wasn’t clear enough, the point wasn’t fine enough, lose my number. Forget my email address. I’ll miss your dog, but you… can. go. fuck. yourself.”
For anyone wondering why I haven’t continued with NaBloPoMo activities for this month, or for people wondering about my general radio silence, I had a conversation that concluded with the passage above. I’m a little off kilter at the moment.
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