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Dear Mark;
Stop it. Stop it with the headaches and being tired and feeling sick. Stop ruining my nights out! All I wanted was to dance and drink and see friends and have fun, which in case you hadn't noticed, which you obviously had because we practically live together, I haven't done for the longest time. Just stop it ok. I'm fucking sick of you not being well, so get your ass out of bed for half an hour and make yourself an appointment at your doctors to get a referral to a nutritionist or a dietitician so you can stop being so fucking unwell. Eat fruit, drink water, drink juice. Stop buying McDonald's. Stop sleeing fourteen to fifteen hours a day. It's obviously not good for you and it's ruining me. I can't handle being so excited for one single night out (which hasn't happened in a long time) and then having you ruin it after an hour and a half because you're tired, bored, got a headache and feeling sick. So of course you ruined my night because I got the shits and then nothing can fix that except getting mad at you because last night it really was your fault. I've had other people ruin my nights out (Sarah wanting to go home with a boy she'd only just met when she was supposed to go home with me, Melissa having her own bad night out and not giving me two minutes for a dance and a kiss, everyone for not being out, Ally for not coming out ever, the list kind of just goes on really) but this time, this time it was your fault. And you didnt' even let me get mad at you because you crawled straight into bed when we got home at ten past twelve. It wasn't even a decent night out.
Obviously I'm just incapable of having a good time with you, because you're always sick/tired/bored/got no friends/whatever reason. And don't you dare say you had no friends, because didn't I spend half an hour bored out of my brains gambling at the club? When all I wanted to do was go to the pub and see my friends. But no, I waited through that, and even put up with you pissing at the bus stop, only for you to ruin my night anyway. Your problem is, apart from being ridiculously unhealthy and needing too much sleep is that you start drinking too early, so by the time I'm starting to drink, you've had enough and are starting to sober up. And that pisses me off. Next weekend I'm just going out by myself, and I'm determined to actually have a good night out, instead of being dragged home prematurely because there's something wrong with you. Next weekend I'm going out, and you can just pick me up when I'm ready to go home.