I had a dream about you a couple nights ago. Waking up to the reality of what our more than a decade long friendship has become stung a little. I really want to punch you in the face for saying "no matter what happens between us, remember this moment". I want to punch you in the face for lots of things, but that in particular as of late. I keep going back to that stupid moment. That stupid, wonderful, perfect moment.

When I got home this evening to the apartment we once shared, I noticed as I put my key in the lock, the pink paint you put on the key has almost worn off. I use that key at least twice a day and I never noticed. Kinda like my feelings for you. They used to be strong, even overwhelming at times. The more time that passes, the less feelings I have. I even have days when I don't think of you at all. I wonder if when the paint finally chips off into nothingness, if I'll finally have no feelings for you.

Don't give YOU attitude? Are you FUCKING kidding me? Excuse the fuck out of me. I planned this whole fucking thing for YOU. I blew my savings to do something nice for YOU. God for-fucking-bid you bother to be on time or even keep me posted on what's going on. The next time I decide to drain my savings to do something nice, it's gonna be for me and you will be the farthest fucking thing from my mind. Really not looking forward to six fucking hours in the fucking car with you. Should have known us getting along was short lived. I can't wait to get this week over with so I can go back to work and not have to fucking see or talk to you. Perhaps I should make it permanent this time. The last two times weren't permanent enough.