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Jan 04, 2004 22:21

Fine. You know what? I don't fucking care. You go fuck yourself up, Mike. You're such a high and mighty hypocrite. I do one thing wrong and I'm in the doghouse for a week, yet it's ok for you to shoot yourself up.

And then you wonder why I hate Kristyn. That just takes the cake. I thought you had better judgement in people than that. But then, I'm an asshole too, isn't that right?

So you go ahead and kill yourself. Because I won't be there when you do it, and I won't be at your fucking funeral. Because you will have fucking deserved it.

I'm helping Stitch because he can still be helped. And I know a part of him wants to be helped. But you, you're beyond help of any kind. I just don't want my best friend to go the same way as my boyfriend. (Are you even still my boyfriend at this point? I don't know, and I frankly don't care.) I will not stand by and watch Stitch become you, Mike. I'm going to do everything in my power to help him before that happens.

And maybe that was my fault. I left you when what you probably needed was rehab. Or maybe I was just wrong in thinking you were strong enough to stop it and control yourself. Damn. What WAS I thinking? You've never been strong enough.
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