Dear 250's,
This is awkward. Hows it going? Me? I was doing fine, but I gotta admit its kinda strange seeing you here. I said I was walking out on you never to come back again. Then I got drunk. Actually I didn't drink that much, just a big a** strawberry margarita. I was gonna get water, then I looked around the table and saw all of the big glasses and thought, "what the hell."TLO told me how ridiculous I was, but I went on any way. We were at a party after all. So, yeah, I had a piece of cake too. But I didn't eat the whole thing. Red velvet. You know its my weakness. Nope. F*** that I have no weaknesses anymore. I didn't eat in a moment of weakness. I knew I shouldn't have done it, but chose to anyway. TLO looked over and said you probably just ate a pound tonight. I hate when she is right. And somehow after eating that pound, I wake up to find you here. This is unacceptable. I didn't drunk dial you. No midnight texts. Not sure how you got here but you are not welcome. I've got a new weight now. Its the 240's and though I made a little mistake, I love it. Its the weight for me. For now anyway. Hey I'm a guy, what can I say. But this, whatever this was can never happen again. I know I said some rough things about you when I went out of the door. I don't even apologize. I meant them all. F*** you. You've made my life a living hell for far too long. We're through. I understand I may have done something last night to make you feel welcome, but you've got to go. What? No, I don't want to share one last piece of cake with you. What the hell do I have to do to show you we're through? When I break up with people I don't go back. Ask that one chick. I burn bridges. And if I see you again I'm gonna burn you too. As a matter of fact, me and the EBG are gonna burn you so that I don't see you again. You fat b***h!
PS. Thanks for f***ing up my plans for Vegas. B***h.
PSS. I'm gonna have to work my a** off this weekend, but I'd prefer to work off my belly.
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