Dear T, C, A, and anyone I may have forgotten: I can't be your emotional support this week. I'm falling apart myself. Stop asking :)
Dear P: I am not in love with you. Sorry.
Dear a different person named P and M: way to haunt my hypothetical nightmares. Someday I'll look back on all of this and know that I'm stronger.
Dear S: my speaking frankly to you is less that I want to be your friend, and more that I want you to see where I'm coming from. acting deferential to you seems to be a quick ticket to getting steamrolled. although maybe later we can be friends.
Dear alarm clock: please work.
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