Dear you:
Did you even remember that today was my birthday? Did I stray through your mind? Did you consider picking up the phone to call?
Probably not, considering the last time we spoke, you condescended to me, telling me "regret nothing" because I emailed you a weepy mess of a drunken message (in retaliation to the one you sent me). Really, I shouldn't be allowed near any means of communication when I'm drunk.
Did I mention I'm drunk now?
I miss you, I'll always miss you, I think. But I hate you too, for not giving a goddamn that today I turn 21 and I'm utterly alone.
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