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"I like to sit watch these moment play inside my mind, because its an easy way for me to lose track in time.”

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“To (deleted name). As yo know we just had dinner. And as you might have thought everything was good between us it really was not. Infact I feel like I did what you did when we talked. That is put on a show. Honestly I considered you a friend of the highest regard but tonight you have showed how completely wrong I was and how dumb you are. Honestly this is going to make you cry. I’m going to hell so you don’t have to wish me there. I will be :) I just wanted the world to know that you are a complete bitch. I spent about an hour of one my last days in san diego to go to dinner with you and feel it wasted. You should have just said fuck it and burned the bridges of people that you called best friends. What a waste of breath. I am sorry that being a friend was a job for you. I’m also sorry for texting you and saying that your changing for the worst wasn’t a red flag to you. What the fuck else is it. And you don’t want to explain yourself? You fucked up and need to. Obviously a lot of people felt like you had explaining to do because we WERE your friends. So when a friend fucks up it kinda goes without saying an explanation is usally given. Dumbass. Another thing sorry would be the perfect conversation starter if you called anyone from san jose that you use to consider a friend. If anyone actually was a friend. I don’t know anymore. I can’t see how you couldn’t understand why everyone was upset. Bitch you must really b that dumb. Trust me I could do this till I left san diego but I feel as if it would be more wasted time. And its not wrth it at all. so in turn this is me saying fuck it. I’m done trying to be your friend. Your fake and I don’t care anymore. I’m tired of being mad I’m tired of really just you in general. Have a great life. I’m done trying. The end. Oh wait. Your fucking dead to me.
-David Bergfeld.