Dear Julie,
I'm an asshole.
I shouldn't have missed all your big tennis games. I shouldn't have played video games while you were trying to talk to me. I shouldn't have blown you off so many times. I would take all those things back if I could. I'm a idiot and I'm sorry.
But I guess that doesn't matter. You're over me now, and I guess I'm over you too. I don't want you back. I've thought about it, and I can't think of a way to make it work.
Then why am I even writing this? I have no idea. It's not like I'm going to mail this to you. I keep hearing people say that writing stuff out can help with things. Catharsis and all that. Anyway, I'm an asshole.
But we were together for ten months. Ten whole months. I'm surprised you stuck around more than ten days. I must have done something right, at least at first. Ten months is a long time for something like that.
You said you're my friend now, right? I hope you don't mind if I keep writing. Of course you won't, you'll never see these letters. I just need some help from a friend right now. I want to know what I did right, so I can do it again. I don't want to let anyone else down like I let you down.
I guess I'm starting to get lonely.
I hope whats-his-face is being good to you. I hope he's better than I was.
— Ben
