It's THAT easy...
Dear __________ ;
Remember the fun times we had together? I was drunk. Now that I think about it, I have had much better times when I was sober. In fact, I have a better time cleaning my kitchen floor than remembering what I did. It wasn't so much WHAT I did, it was that you were a part of it.
Twenty years from now, we're all going to look back at what happened, and we'll get a good laugh at it. We, of course, not being you and I, but my beau and I. Don't take it so hard. I certainly didn't, and you should get over it like I did. It's in the past.
I never liked the thoughts of having to carry out a future with you. Everything I did, I tried to make the moment last an hour at most. I mean, I have to get up in the morning and live my life, don't you?
Don't call back. The number I gave you is to a Chippendale's bar. Feel free to atempt to lure the Male gender if you wish; I hear they have less criteria to what they have sex with. You, however, are obsolete. Expired. Void after thirty days. Return to sender.
All those times you said you loved me were not falsely assmued to be accepted; I just wasn't listening. You'll find someone else. I know I will.
Much apologies,
______________
BTW; Look for my new journal coming soon with nothing but writing... this will be a fresh start for my style, which tends to evolve once and a while.
Remember the fun times we had together? I was drunk. Now that I think about it, I have had much better times when I was sober. In fact, I have a better time cleaning my kitchen floor than remembering what I did. It wasn't so much WHAT I did, it was that you were a part of it.
Twenty years from now, we're all going to look back at what happened, and we'll get a good laugh at it. We, of course, not being you and I, but my beau and I. Don't take it so hard. I certainly didn't, and you should get over it like I did. It's in the past.
I never liked the thoughts of having to carry out a future with you. Everything I did, I tried to make the moment last an hour at most. I mean, I have to get up in the morning and live my life, don't you?
Don't call back. The number I gave you is to a Chippendale's bar. Feel free to atempt to lure the Male gender if you wish; I hear they have less criteria to what they have sex with. You, however, are obsolete. Expired. Void after thirty days. Return to sender.
All those times you said you loved me were not falsely assmued to be accepted; I just wasn't listening. You'll find someone else. I know I will.
Much apologies,
______________
BTW; Look for my new journal coming soon with nothing but writing... this will be a fresh start for my style, which tends to evolve once and a while.