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Dear Mom,

You will regret having a dog.
I warned you.
We warned you.

You're not a responsible owner.
This is not a welcoming home.
A dog is very needy.

Anyone can argue a dog deserves better.
And I agree on that, on a virtue that one living in my living space won't be well accomodated.

You only had a dog for a trend.
Claim because you're lonely or missing out.
Well, that dog is your last. Will be your last.

When it's gone you should never get one again.
I don't care how you feel about it.
You're being selfish. I refuse to enable you.

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Thank you for tryiybeing my friend. I'm sorry I couldn't meet your offer

Alright...I get it.
I was supposed to grow up with you.
I seem to have misinterpreted your desire not to have children as you refusing to grow up too.
Now that you've finished leaving behind everything we had in common, and you've mostly dismantled whatever we've built, I find myself with nowhere to go except retrace my path to areas you no longer inhabit.
I miss you...I miss us and worst of all, I miss me.
I hope I can find a path back to you, or failing that, a path of any variety.

Dear you,

That was cruel. You tricked me.

You can shove off with your judgement quite frankly. With the insincere smiles. Ever so plastic personality. You public relations officer of saving face.

I am not your puppet.

It's hard for me to put into words how I felt the last time I saw you
My main focus was on my legs
Because I felt stuck to my seat
So please excuse me for this
For the rubbish that I say
It's just my way
It's just what's left
It's just because I miss you
And I'm so sorry
And I know that I shouldn't be
But I am

Paul

You have s**t neighbours, you're drinking too much and just totally stick in a rut. Stick with the therapy to sort your head out.

The Coven

Suck my toe

From me

Dear you,

I thought this was the end but we're going once more. Around and around looping over and under. Spiralling. The exit seemed apparent but it was just another dead end. Around and around by the hands of fate or by my own doing? Is it really such a maze or is it just my perception? Around and around on a tea cup ride. Where's the exit?

From, me.

Dear Lisa

I thought I could trust you and be your friend. You're just another transphobic Bible pusher.

Me