To you,
I wouldn't expect you to after how you felt from me back then, how I treated my friends back during another then; I don't deserve defense from any of my friends, whether lost or endured friendships. You need not bother yourself with me (I don't know why you'd want to), and I know the words well enough; my conscience has never let me forget them. Anyway, I saw that you moved into your own place; I wish you well. I also saw that you have a kitty of your own: may you two live happily there. O, I hope the little human relative is well. My sister is having another, after..., that third one (they have numbers now); she's totally picking up the slack.
To you know who,
I've said all I've wanted to say to you; whether you read anything or not, whether you're in bliss and soon forget me and the cloud of asocial I suffocated you with (I know you won't forget me), you...know it, no matter how much I say I wish you knew it. I hope you're happy above all, and I hope you stay that way till the end. You need not worry about me, as I'd rather be the one bleeding. These are the last words I'll ever mend to you; I couldn't make you happy [all the time], I do want you to be that, and I know the other 99% of people would provide more happiness to you than me (no self-depreciation, just the truth. Rain Man Dan).
Later, love.