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I could understand if it was generally badly received but this was one person.

Sorry that it made you cry, but you need to log off and go smoke a j.

NOTE: This has nothing to do with suicide. More about my aspirations.

Give it back. Literally, it’s been six years. You sent me some sad, hoovery text from a weird number a few weeks ago. I know it was you. You talked about how you, “truly loved me,” but that’s so grossly false. How could you love me & steal the book I loved so much? Just give it back. As a person, you can’t manage to keep people around you. Even people who you have called, “best friends,” & “sisters,” have left you. At that point, you really have to sit back and ask, “Am I the common denominator?”

As proven repeatedly with you, you are. Drop the book you stole from me in a location, use the weird number you texted me from to tell me where it is, so I can pick it up without seeing your face or giving you a chance to speak to me. Give me my striped sweater I sewed & my red and black cardigan too.

Tbh, you can keep the clothes. Idgaf. I just want my book back.