X - I'm sorry if that email was shitty. I didn't mean it to be, I just need to know what you/I are doing.

Me - It was shitty.

Me - Well, I thought I'd not respond except with vague dismissals, then string you along until someone better came by. Sound familiar? Back off.

X - I just need to know where I'm going to live, Jamie.

Me - Oh, I'm sorry. What's that like?

X - I just need a straight answer from you.

X - Let me know what you're doing. I'm picking up the lease on monday.

Me - I'll fucking let you know when I know. Or not. You don't deserve an ounce of my cooperation.

Me - And shut up.

Oh hels. You 're the best. Ive gone off my medication at just the right time too, eh? It all becomes altogether too 2D until i cant take it anymore and then it gets too real when its time to test your mettle.

Fucking went to a concert BY MYSELF tonight - los campesinos. Worst move ever. Unused ticket thrown to the gutter. Now headed back to a husk of former home on a walk of shame without the good (juicy, pink, sweaty) bits.

Love you too. Sick of being right, tired of being good, would simply like to win, just a little.

"You've got to get writing again" they say, and so I might. There's a few other things that they say as well - like "you two just didn't seem right together" or "you never looked happy." Others still indicate "it is our theory that you two truly belong together" or "they were probably at least talking while you were still together." Through all of this, I've only come up with "go fuck yourself."