You emailed me. I never, ever expected that. Whenever we break up, you never Email me. Ever. I thought surely you would call because you sounded so casual when we got off the phone. "You're breaking up with me?" "MMhmmm" I managed through my sobs. There was a silence, I pulled myself together, stopped crying. You asked me if I had opened an email in your inbox. I said no, and told you I had to go. "Oh... where you going?" "Out with Natalie." "oh" "okay, well bye." "Bye." And that was that, I thought you would call later, you know like you usually do- like nothing had happened. And instead I got that email. I always thought thats what I wanted from you when we fought, an email talking about your "feelings". Turns out thats not what I wanted at all. Infact, it made things 100+ worse. I don't know what to do, so naturally I just started hysterically sobbing and called Anna. And now here I am. I am torn of course by my desire to call you and set things straight, mad that (as usual) you make no attempt to get me back, just write an email and then send me on my way, alone. I just don't know what to do. In your email you kept saying you were "letting me go". In my own way, I am infuriated that you should even see fit to "let me go". You write some bullshit email about how fucking fantastic I supposedly am and then what? You just disappear out of my life?! if I'm so fucking fantastic why aren't you asking for me back, why don't you want me back? "Oh you're so pretty and funny and smart. I'll never find anyone as good as you. Sucks we're breaking up! Byeee!" Maybe it is a relief to know, that despite all this, you still have the ability to completely and totally piss me off!