To: N

I'm too good for your games fuck face.

Last night's conversation (online):

YOU: Maybe do something this weekend?
ME: Are you sure you really want to? Last time we made plans you stood me up and didn't return my text messages that day.
YOU: Yeah I'm sure.
ME: Not trying to be an asshole here or anything, honest I'm not - but I'm just not sure I believe you.
YOU: Fine (goes offline)

Fuck you, you fucking shit-for-brains douche. You blew it and you know it. I never wanted you from the start and now I never want to see you again.

To: N

You're no longer a good fuck buddy. You're unreliable and you've really let yourself go since we first met last October. I've decided to hold auditions for your replacement.

To: A

You were cuter in the bar where it was dark than you were this morning in my bed.

I sort of regret exchanging numbers. I doubt I'll use yours and I'm hoping you don't use mine.