Dear E,
I'm sorry you were so sad at the dance today, only because I was having a good time. If we were both miserable I probably wouldn't care. I know I called you a loser but you deserve it. I want you to know I'm done with loving you. I don't, won't and can't anymore.
Even though I have an even lesser chance with him, I love him. Yet I hate him. Am I just this way with every guy? Why am I even asking you? You wouldn't know, you've never taken the time to know me. To really know me.
You seemed to be really happy on you're birthday though. I don't know why you like that compulsive lyer. She's a total bitch, but then again, you guys must be perfect for each other. Two-faced ass holes. You're kids will be awesome! (sarcasm)
