I think, there are some things to clear up before I move on from here. Everything's turning out disturbingly uncomfortable. I mean, it's time for the skeleton to be let out of the closet. We can't keep things this way. It kills our relationship.
To Miss you-know-who-you-are No.1:I don't know if you regretted your actions, but I didn't, and I'm not trying to be obstinate. Search the soul within you and answer the questions yourself. I'm sure you have more idea than I do. Please. Get. A. Life. Anyway if you decide to go back to the old days, I welcome you with arms wide open.
To Miss you-know-who-you-are No.2: Obviously, you have no idea who you are until, perhaps, you read this entry. You're probably the one person in my life whom I've never regretted knowing. So don't make me eat my words. If you decide to jeopardise this friendship of ours, I don't really have any idea what may become of our clique. Will we just dissipate, or continue to pretend nothing ever happened? I don't know, it's all up to you. I respect your decision.
To Mister you-know-who-you-are: For all I know, you could have knew about it years ago, when I decided to start noticing you. You, I can say, are nothing special. You are so ordinary, I can choose a can of sardines over you. So you obviously gotta ask yourself why someone would waste 2 years on you. ON YOU. Maybe with that cow- attitude of yours, you'll never understand.
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