I didn't say anything when you ran through forest park at night alone. Or took flash photos of bands at clubs you thought were cool. I kept my mouth shut when you wore flare leg jeans or leggings as pants. I was your super cool guide that let you move into my house and served as your ambassador to Portland. In the sea of Desperate Debbies you stood out. So I wasn't shocked when you said you were bailing to move in with a guy you met a month ago, but to blame it on my "ambition-less lifestyle and personality faults was a little unnecessary . Thanks! I'm glad your associates degree gave you so much life experience that you can judge me so thoroughly. When you stop working out 7 hours a day you are going to get fat. Welcome to Portland.
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