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I prefer orchids.
You guys are so cute when you are patting each other on the back.
I knew a kool-aid drinker would show up eventually. Not one of you can handle anything without help. Always need a hand holder.
I'm going to bed, have fun children.
Awww, shucks.
BubbleButt called me a 'multiple, intelligent, individual' person!
Wait...
Nah. That was all a lie.
Dear Fishie
No one makes me feel so proud of my writing like you do, even if only for a moment.
"The City that Vail built" makes me smile every day since you said it.
The City and I can not express our thanks.
-Vail
This is neither addressed to, nor written with regard to anyone at Lit.
Dear,
Because I think you'll ask me again. You say you won't, but you will - once more, maybe. Maybe it'll be six months down the road, maybe it'll be a year or two or five. You'll be feeling lonely or neglected or restless, and your thoughts will turn to him. If you talk to me, this is what I'm going to say.
He isn't what you thought he was. You know this. You've known it for a long time, and you're sure enough about it that you've told me, more than once - always after you let him back into your life. You always regret letting him back into your life, I wish you'd remember that. He is not kind, he is ingratiating. He is unbelievably needy. He is deeply insecure, which makes him unbearably passive-aggressive. He is not a friend - does he have friends? He is ridiculously guarded, and we've talked about why that might be. He is damaged. Everyone is damaged, yes - but there are things you don't know about him, and are afraid to ask. Think about that.
He doesn't love you, for all of his emphatic declarations ad nauseam. You know this, too. Flattery is nice, but he doesn't know you, and doesn't want to know you. He is obsessed with what he thinks you will be to him, and because he thinks you will love him for what he is. I strongly suspect that he doesn't know what love is.
Also, there is something wrong, there. You mentioned it one time and then never again, but I will say it and keep saying it, if you ask me about him again. I haven't forgotten. There are things wrong. He sure doesn't like it when you put your foot down, either, does he? Think you'd be happy with him? Really?
He is bad for you. He makes you miserable after thirty seconds in his company. You have friends, you have people who love you. That memory you cling to is a lie - you know it. Let it go. Let him go, and don't let him back in. He wants nothing good for you, he can offer you nothing, and you owe him nothing. It's time.
You don't disagree with any of this. There's nothing else to say.
xo
To they who must not be named;
pushes in a huge wheelbarrow piled high with attention
dumps it in the middle of the room
There.
That ought to be enough for you for a couple of days.
nods satisfactorily and skips out
Sneaks in stealing a tiny parcel of said attention. hugs it stuffs it in a pocket carefully before Stealth Ravening back out.