I am not talking to you and will never speak to you again.

You made a promise, and you broke it already nonverbally.

You said we’d talk more, and what’s happening now?

I’ll start a conversation, you leave me hanging. You start a conversation, and you STILL leave me hanging.

Whatever. I don’t really care anymore.

You lied to me when you said you saw through my words.

Did you also see that when I said, “I’m tired” that it actually meant that I was sad?

I now know that you don’t really give a crap.

So, hey buddy, hey pal. I won’t either. We’re even.

ps — you can forget my birthday. and you don’t have to call for Christmas/New Years, whatever. I’ll probably still send you something, but I’m not sure.

secretly hoping that 3 years will go by reaaaaal slow.