Hello? Are you there?
Yeah, I know you're there and I know you're screening me. Don't blame you.
Look, I'd rather talk to you in person, but that doesn't look like it's gonna happen, and I can't put this off any longer.
You've known it was coming. We've talked about this a lot and, when it's just us, you seem to understand.
But once you get around your guy friends, it's like you just want to fit in with them and you start talking the way they talk and laughing at their jokes and, without even knowing it, you just turn into an utter. . . well, you know. We've talked about this a million times.
And, with all we've talked, all the times you've acted like you're going to change, all the times it seemed like you were really trying to listen, to see my side of it, you always go right back to that total jerk way of yours. I'm starting to think that's just how you are.
I'm not going to bullshit you, give you that old "it's not you, it's me" bit. Because it isn't me. I'm still the same person I've always been. Sure I have moods and different needs different times. We all do. But I'm fairly consistent.
You? You're like Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde. And, no matter how much you want to stay the good doctor, you can't help drinking that secret potion and turning into Mr. Jerk. Because he's you. You're him. Whatever.
Look, I wish you all the best. I don't hold anything against you. Not even your fucked up Neanderthal friends. I just don't want to hear it any more, and I won't. Because it's over now.
Don't call. Don't write. Don't send messages trying to remind me of things we used to have in common.
I know you. And I don't want anything to do with you, got it? So just stay clear.
And one more thing: I'm not saying this to piss you off, but because I know you're going to hear about it, so I figured I should tell you myself:
I'm going with the black guy.