Argh, I’m sorry I couldn’t come up with a better title.

Why did you have to do this to me? Please take a hint and know that I don’t want anything else to do with you. It’s a pity though, I really do like your mom and your dog and I’ll miss them. No matter how you slice it, I cannot fit you in my life in any way. Don’t call me. Don’t IM me. There’s no way I’d willingly return you the Fables since I want the entire collection.

It’s not that I hate you or anything, it’s just that I don’t want to see you, especially in your bald shiny glory. Maybe if you were actually NICE to me all this while, things would have been different and I would have an inkling of guilt for holding onto the comics. But I’m sorry. I really have no qualms of keeping all the shit. Unless you plan on calling the FedEx guy to raid my house, I highly doubt you’re gonna get anything back.

Sincerely,
Bea.

P.S: Grow up. Seriously.

~ by immclovin on June 13, 2008.