Dear you,
I thought I could count on you as a friend. Someone I could talk to. Someone I could tell how my day is going. But you don't want to have anything to do with my problem. I feel like a genuine douse-bag for being depressed and sad. I thought you would be a good person to talk to about it, but I guess I was wrong. I even put you down for one of my support people. Like I have a limited number of those already. I want to cut even more now just because you don't want to talk about it with me.

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