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- Dear idiot, You are not as faultless as you think you are. You are not always and only the victim. Occasionally you remember but may I remind you of the advice someone gave to you last year: you need to get over yourself. So wow, you had another astounding realization last night, putting yourself in the other person's shoes. And how would you feel? Here you've been feeling sorry for yourself, so fucking crushed, and you finally realized last night that if the situation were reversed you would still feel crushed. Hello? You'd be the victim either way? It can't really be like that, it can't be both ways. If he'd left Seattle the way you did you'd fucking bawl your head off. You didn't say goodbye to him either, remember? So where does that leave you and what are you going to do now? Feel sorry for yourself for the rest of your life? Jesus, man, get some fucking balls and get over yourself. I know, you were so defensive. I know, he's an asshole. I know, things weren't very clear. But honey, honey, you need to do something. Like, maybe, apologize. Please, start getting out of bed in the morning. Love, Yourself
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