Since the person who I am writing this about likes to make vague and ambiguous entries in his journal, I shall return the favor and do the same for him on mine.
I’m done with you.
I thought you went too far before, but where you went now is beyond unacceptable. Your level of gall is stunning. I was willing to put up with just about anything you could dish out, but the fact that you felt the need to take something that happened between Robin and I and use it to make one of your pathetic points is beyond unacceptable.
I’ve been told by more than one person that my desire to help you was not something that I could or should do, but the silly person that I am actually thought you wanted to be helped, but you don’t. You want to wallow in your own shit. You’ve been given countless opportunities to end this amiably, and you’ve blown it.
Congratulations, you just lost your biggest advocate.
Do NOT contact me. You’ll only make it worse.
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