Dear you,

I talk to you every day. You're one of my best friends. So next time, before you take off for days and don't speak a WORD to me of it, give me some fucking warning. I don't want to have to hear it from your douchebag boyfriend that I won't be seeing you for a week. No goodbyes, no nothing. What the hell, man? You have my cellphone number. At least you could send me a text or SOMETHING.

What the hell am I, a third wheel?

I mean, it's possible you just... forgot, or assumed I knew, but I didn't. It's sort of a big thing when you drive up to another motherfucking country. You didn't even post a hiatus on your journal. There wasn't a word. Nothing. Zip. Zilch.

Just another reason for me to hate that scum of the earth you call your boyfriend. He's so controlling of you. Ugh.

No love,
Me