Here goes… Life is ironic right after I got home. I found a package on my door. No note, but just a package. In this day and age and me being a vet I cautiously opened it to my surprise. Again I stand on what I said before. In the bitch thing. Not that I’m calling myself a bitch or anything I just find it rather interesting that I have to be the one to say goodbye. I’ve decided that this time I will not do it. I will not be the person who has to say it. I will be the person whom waits for the other person to get enough balls to actually say something worth saying. It’s my turn to finally get closure to get the letter to get the … well you know. Enough said for now. Guess someday I may be the one to finally get the f u letter but I’m not holding my breath for someone who doesn’t have the balls!!!
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