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To NICK: you need psychological help. You told me how you felt, yet didn't wanna hear how I felt. You couldn't take it. Throughout all your lying and cheating, you never once stopped to acknowledge how I felt. You don't care. You're a self centered asshole. All you are concerned with is you, your cat, and occasionally your latest fuck buddy. I'm done with your sorry ass, I've been done. Why do you find it necessary to trash someone you claim to love so much? Makes no sense, really. I've tried and tried to be nice to you, and you can't seem to handle someone being nice and accepting of you. What you were born, and what you are going to be are two different things, and was never an issue to me. You make it an issue. You are way to fucking self conscious. You have problems, you need help. Tonight I met Emily, who is sexy as hell. We're going out tomorrow night. (tonight, actually) I also got Shelle's phone number. You were all high and mighty when we broke up, thinking I'd suffer and cry over you, but now that I actually moved on and have no time for you, you're pissed. On Friday you even had the nerve to say that maybe I was acting this way to teach you a lesson, and if so it worked, and that I should stop now. WTF?? My God, you really are a self centered asshole, aren't you? Fuck yeah, you are!! Here's a bit of news for ya: NONE of my friends like you. They never have. They said you seemed to suck the life right out of me. You don't know how to be someones friend. You are too worried about how things benefit you. This time they don't, and you left. Asshole......