A letter.

Jan 29, 2006 00:01

Dear Friend of mine,

Thank you for using me for all I was worth, then casting me aside when I had nothing left to offer. I mean, I completely understand your descision to do so: who needs friends who cant give you any more? Once, you said that you loved me like a brother, and we used to do everything together. It was my fault for taking your words at face value. For that, I apologize. But of course, how could I have anticipated someone else coming along who was better than I am at doing everything you say? Of course you didnt know that I was nearby when you told him that you love him like a brother, and that you do everything together. It was my fault, truly, for trying to help you organize some things at an inopportune time.

But I hereby absolve you of all guilt you may feel at not getting to use me as often as you used to. Its ok, because now you dont have to hear my stupid jokes, or play those dumb video games with me anymore. Because I know how much you hated spending time with me.

Have a nice life.

Your tool,

Gary.
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