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dear i,
fuck you, you owe me £18 you carry on stirring shit, you cause problems for everyone! first you asked if your stoner of a boyfriend could come along to the party we said yes. then you proceed to tell others that your boyfriend was invited so you dont see why theirs cant go, clearly if we want someone at the party we would invite them! after ( Read more... )

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Dear friend,

( Not so angry anymore, just resigned. )

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Dear self,

Stop being sad.
Seriously. Snap out of it.
Things are looking up.

Sincerely,
Self

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Dude

You barely know me. You drop off our main order like once every 3 months. Making "jokes" about how you've told me before to stay off the drugs outside the small local shop where I work when there are customers nearby?

NOT FUCKING FUNNY.

Thanks,

Not feeling so mild right now.