Prozac,
Release me from this depression.
I need you. Now!
Love,
your loyal consumer.
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C,
I'm sorry. It was not you who screwed everything up. It was me. And you know, that kinda sealed our fate.
Tsk. Sorry. We're obviously not meant for each other. And yea, this is my way of saying goodbye to the possibility of 'us'. And maybe it's unfair that I'm running away without you knowing about it, but this is who I am. I'm an escapist. Always have, always will.
I was not strong enough. And I'm just way too scared to let anyone see me in such a vulnerable state. And falling in love is vulnerability. I simply cannot afford that.
But you know, you'll always be remembered as the one that got away (because of my stupidity). Sigh.
(I seriously like you but I'll just shut up about it because everytime I open my mouth something horrible comes out and I want you to know I do not mean any of them because I want nothing more than to be with you unfortunately it's feckin' too late...),
A.
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J,
No. I am not looking for a bf. Not today. Not tomorrow. Not anytime soon. Unless you're C.
And please, don't ask Lei to pass the phone to me so you can say hi or something. I don't do small talks. I mean, seriously, do I look like the girl who'd do small talks?!?!?
Sorry.
A.
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Lei,
I'd have to break this bad habit of dating your boyfriend's friends. I need to get my own guy.
My past relationships have been nothing but a by-product of networking. Kinda sad.
Love,
Aubs.
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Decent guy,
Where the *&#^@%% are you?
You don't need to be drop-dead gawgeous because I'm not Ms. Victoria's Secret model myself.
I want you for Christmas. So you know, gimme a ring sometime.
Love,
A fairly decent girl if you'll just ignore my disturbing eccentricity.