So now you’re pissed at ME because I go to bed at my usual time instead of staying up late just to see you on skype? You got a job… one of the consequences is that we don’t see each other online during the week. But you know what? You’re just a ‘friend’ and not a very good one at that. I much prefer the company of my husband. I’m not going to stretch myself thin for you anymore. UGH I just want you OUT of my life. Why can’t I summon the nerve to tell you NOT to contact me ever again???

The sad truth is for the sake of saving myself from the anxiety you cause I’ll most likely give in to you. I really, really hate you sometimes. Sometimes I even wish you’d get in an accident and die so I would be free of you.