Fuck you.

I said some really hurtful things last night, and made you really angry this morning, upon reading them. I've taken those things down now, out of respect for your wishes. I'm not overblown, and I'm not out of context. I'm speaking from my heart when I say that you, 'my friend' just broke my heart. That's all. A lot of anger behind that. A lot of hurt. A lot of everything I never expected from you. But that's all I can say. That's all I can say for myself. I'm hurt. You hurt me. I wish you hadn't but you did. I wish it meant more to you, this wounding of your former lover, but it doesn't. You've checked out. You're looking out for number one now. Well good for you. I still care about you, and I can honestly say I would never have done that to you. Yes we're single, yes, it's your life to do with what you will. But it's too soon. Don't you see that? Less than a month. Less that 3 weeks. I don't think I'm being unreasonable; we still live together.

Honesty has always been the best policy, and if you would have talked with me about what you were feeling earlier, this whole thing would have come and gone like a wind, instead of a hurricane. But you had to keep secrets. Dirty secrets. And I paid the price for them.