Dearly Beloved Groundelette:

Ok, so I just don’t want more bull on things, sue me for wanting peace and tranquility… I don’t expect slaves around me, but reciprocity. Translation: I pay light (which skyrocketted last month to 300 bucks…), phone, rent, food… I work until 4:30pm… If you are living your life for free and if you know that you are allowed room to live YOUR life then there is no space for complaints but playing Cinderella and keeping the boss happy. Well, this boss is not happy, and I have had enough. I gambled away my privacy in order to help you, but you follow stupid ideas on matters of whom your loyalty turns to in the end. Your interests demand you stick to your dearly beloved Mauro and family even knowing the use you for their own purposes. It is ironic you speak of not being MY slave, but you are THEIR slave even if their helping you is almost absent. You have a LONG way to learn what REAL friendship is for, and to choose the right people to be around… If you don’t like me or my ways, FUCK IT. But I am crystal clear in my ways and do not lie. Those you try to defend are mere pawns that shrouds themselves in appearances and lies.

Not caring what the world think? Honey, how NAIVE and BRATISH of you! Even when you do not give a fuck on what people think, sometimes you have to play your part in the big theater of LIFE to get what you need. Being mild and passive as you are will make you face many obstacles. You say you are sooooooo experienced and soooooo professional… No one calling you yet, right? Darling, when in Rome do as you are expected in Rome until you have the BELIEFS to truly stand for your own… But trying to gather beliefs to defend your so-called “dearly beloved” friends is uncalled for, and will get you nowhere.

So, since my advises are stupid for you, and since you believe I am not truly a good friend, I demand you take your things and go. Go get the help of those dearly beloved, I set free my personal slave. You have until Sunday to complete taking your things. I am tired of being bitten by the people I try to help. Go get thrashed by life on your own. You NEED the reality check. And by the way, honey, you are my size… so darling, you ARE fat like it or not.

And so concludes entries on Groundelette and Fabio, a big drama that simply sucks.

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