so there is no mistake when I say Fe I mean Samantha Feola fyi

I can't even imagine how you ended up this way how you manage to hurt everyone around you and you just don't even care you don't even take the time to lie and pretend like you do. You can't make demands from everyone around you and not give anything back no relationship works that way that's why all of yours have failed. Pretending like something didn't happen doesn't make it ok it and doesn't make it go away it just make it worse. So stop being so dramatic and making reference to people in you pathetic love letters and then claiming nobody cares when you don't even try to know them well enough to know how they care for someone.

I once described what you did to me as taking a piece of my heart and burning it to a crisp and somehow even though you did that I'm still so willing to forgive I don't get it. You made me hurt so much and I've already made plans for your birthday I thought we'd have gotten past this by then back to what I thought was friendship but know its been almost three weeks since the breakup and though we see each other constantly we've spoken all of three sentences. God really two years of friendship and four months together and I really meant that little to you that you won't even make the slightest of effort for me. But you'll go chasing after women who live in totally different states that you have no chance with. They matter the ones that hurt you you'll die for them but the one that actually cares nothing. God damnit I was so good to you so patient and considerate and you treat me like shit. I help you through one clusterfuck of a heartbreak and RP, and RK, and L and when I need you, you don't give a fuck.

Christ I have problems too you know, alot and you don't know any of them. What do you know about me I bake, I play tennis, and I like anime 3 fucking things. THREE. You have to try to know so little. I come to you with a problem and what do I hear "I'm not in the mood for your shit" how dare you what the fuck makes you think I'm ever in the mood for your shit. I sat and I listened to all your problems I helped you through them I was your shoulder to cry on I consoled you, I hugged you when your eyes were drooping and on the verge of tears. God what a waist of my time. And you know I did it not because I was using you or I wanted something from you I did it because I cared. I really fucking cared and I didn't get anything back. Nothing!