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[fullunlifeconsequences]

I expect a box of chocolates from each of my students tomorrow. Grades will be based on quality. Anyone who doesn't comply will fail.

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[fullunlifeconsequences]

Nobody's giving anything back to you as far as I know. You deserve to suffer. We all do.

[Blacky you are posting this crap right in the open. SO PROFESSIONAL.]

[thepartysjustbegun]

Shows how little you really know about me.

In a possibly feeble attempt to own up as someone who's supposed to be a responsible boyfriend (whether or not the status still stands), I've made a reservation for two at the Mama Mia Italian Restaurant tonight at 10. You're welcome to join me, but if you want to pass in favor of sulking alone as a bitter killjoy, I'm fine with it and will just go alone.

[fullunlifeconsequences]

I HAVE NO SON. I MEAN BOYFRIEND.

I'm sure you'll find someone to keep you company.

[thepartysjustbegun]

I have plenty of friends who are actually cheerful and won't use me to stage a sex scandal. It won't be hard.

[fullunlifeconsequences]

I didn't use you to stage anything. But fine.

[thepartysjustbegun]

I can clearly see how much you actually love me. Excuse me for not being a crying little shit about it anymore, but it's like your morbidness and mindfuckery have only amplified since you died.

[fullunlifeconsequences]

The dead aren't even capable of loving anyone. [If she repeats it enough times maybe it'll become true.] Or caring whether you care or not.

[thepartysjustbegun]

So you were lying to me all this time when you said you said you loved me and led me into this false relationship.

You said earlier I deserved to suffer. You just did a bang-up job making it happen by your own hand.

Happy fucking Valentines day.