It's okay.

It's not a big deal.
It's not like you know my deepest, darkest feelings.
Like, how I have wanted to die for being so fat.
Like, how I have cried for feeling unloved and lonely.
Like, how I have admitted to you that I have internet friends.
You have told me that you are there for me whenever I need you.
You have told me that I am such a good friend to you.
You betcha, I am.
It's not a big deal.
It's not like we have really hung out before.
Think about it. We really don't.
We never really did.
But we sure know a lot about each other.
It's okay.
It's not a big deal.

I'll see you never.

Being you want it that way.
Flake.


Hej hej,

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