Dear Ex-Girlfriend / Current Friend
Don’t offer to help with my transportation issues after my car got a flat tire only to back out when it no longer became beneficial to you. I mean I did get the flat at your place, and I only agreed to go after your incessant, jealous pleading. That really fucked me over, thanks.
And yes, that was a run-on sentence.
It feels almost as good as going postal, but without the inconvenient prison sentence.
