Merry Christmas. Too bad it already sucks balls.

Tonight, again, was supposed to be my and Ky's night.

Well, so much for that idea.

It's frickin' 1:37 in the morning, and he hasn't called or texted or anything.

He frickin' forgot.


So I wrote him a letter, which I might send in the morning. I'm gonna wait one more hour, and if I get nothing, he's getting this letter.

But I thought it might make me feel better to post it on here, so here you go.

You know what? I give up. Twice in one week you went and forgot we were supposed to hang out. We were supposed to be together. Oh shit, that's right.

Well, fuck you, too, asshole. I'm done. If this is how you're going to treat me, you can go and be an island again for all I care. I'm not gonna sit up until 5 in the morning thinking, 'Oh, maybe he'll call in the next five minutes. Well, maybe the NEXT five minutes. Okay, I'll wait ANOTHER 5 minutes.'

Fuck that shit.

I have better things I could be doing with my time.

Like actually being happy, or being appreciated, for instance. There we go, that sounds like a dandy idea! Let's go with that!

No more chances, Kyle. You've used them all up. I don't care what excuse you may think you have. You forgot. Again. That's all there is to it. I'm through being forgotten, and if that means I have to stop caring about you, so be it.

I can't take it anymore.

So have a merry fucking Christmas, and I fucking hope you burn in hell.

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