godspeed

first of all, forgive the handwriting- i started biting my fingers off when i ran out of fingernails, figuring they'd grow back eventually. they didn't. now i am dictating this extremely important letter to a stranger in a coffee shop, and i don't have time to be picky about who has the best handwriting.

i guess the long and short of it is that i'm leaving. i know you might not be very happy, but you see, you left me exactly four months ago and i have finally gathered all of my things and all of my guts and it is time for me to leave. i tried to tell you last month that i had finally decided to walk out, but you weren't listening. you aren't very good at listening anymore.

there wasn't really one big final straw so much as an unfortunate combination of straws. i am not sorry. for once in my twenty three years, i am not sorry. no, i don't hate you. yes, i took the photos. no, i do not feel badly about any of it. you did not feel badly for putting me in this situation, just as i do not feel badly for choosing to get myself out of it.

if you absolutely must call me, please wait at least one month. you know how slow i am to set things up. unpacking is dreadfully important and i do not wish to be interrupted.

i do genuinely wish you the best in all your future endeavors. your heart will always be with mine, and vice versa. i guess that's just one of those things, isn't it?


                                  P.S. dumping me for another girl when you knew i would be
                                  unable to move out was a very sad, cowardly thing to do.