31.1.07

The Hatfield Files: Epilogue

You've got to be kidding me. She actually took her things and left, even having the nerve to call you a sleazy pornographer on her way out? Damn. That is rough. Then later she showed up again with a certain supposed buddy of yours who accused you of mistreating her and threatened to beat your ass? Man that sucks. Looks like you need to be more careful choosing your friends. And lucky for him you had the self-restraint to remain firmly planted on the couch while he was all up in your face talking that smack, considering how seriously out of your mind you must be at this point.

Anyhow, seems it is finally time just to face facts. She obviously can't overcome her fear of disappointing you once again, and now she's so angry at herself she's taking it all out on you—being horribly abusive even. Therefore, your best and perhaps only option is simply to end the relationship, painful as that may be for her. As for you, after all you've been through you should definitely try to relax and clear your head a bit, perhaps by cruising around town in your crummy little Chevette at all hours blaring the Smashing Pumpkins and getting totally stoned, or if you're all out of weed, calling on your friends at all hours to see if they'll smoke you out.

And if at home you get to feeling a bit lonely on the futon, you know you can always pop in that video and jack—oh wait, it got jacked. Nevermind. You might try searching for it online though.

Of course you will have to settle the score with that backstabbing little punk—oh what's that you say? You are willing to give him a second chance? My that is awfully big of you. Well heck in that case, you know he's always holding; if you stop by and forgive him he'll surely slip you a few buds. And who knows, he might even let you fuck him.

(Oh well. It was worth a shot.)

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