Have a holly-jolly christmas...
You never called. If you had cared, you would have called. I tried to call several times, but I (mercifully) did an excellent job of erasing your number from my phonebooks. Beyond that, it's unfair to say "goodbye, sethifer" so easily and glibly when you dropped me like a sack of fucking hammers JUST DAYS AFTER YOU LEFT.

New Year's is my least favorite holiday (even hated more than Christmas). I made my new years plans with you, even relearned to play my favorite new year's song for you, and you dropped me via text message and stopped answering my calls. You have no right to your own righteous indignation.

Hey, kiddo: I'm never one to take the easy way out, or to dodge total blame wherever blame is due (remember the 4 grand I won?), but you, on the other hand, are a piece of work. I hope you remember, UNTIL THE DAY YOU DIE, what a mess you made of someone who had learned to never to trust another, then had the sad misfortune of trusting you. And now you blame me.

I would have called. But you obviously don't give a flying fuck. I wish I had burned the book.

The only guy who was never there for you when you needed someone or wanted anything and who never brought you flowers or a warm hat and gloves on a clod winter day,

(the forgotten) Seth

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