i need you to get a life! stop talking about your ex-girlfriend you haven’t seen in almost a year, stop giving me a play-by-play of what you’re doing on the computer, stop talking about women like their pieces of meat, and stop acting like the depressings things that happen to other people have happened to you. get over yourself. your 31 years old, can’t even pay for your own food, and you can’t get rid of that dumbass chip on your shoulder. you act like all this bad stuff just happens to you when you cause it yourself. and i’m tired of hearing about it! you bring up all this crap whenever you can. the only time you’re not talking is when you’re eating or smoking.

sincerely,

justine

PS: my day was so much better before you came through the door.