Scott
2004-04-14 @ 4:03 p.m.

I'm not asking for your fucking condolences.

But here's a new word for you Mr. English major, empathy.

Look it up.

I wasn't being nasty. You really anger me. I didn't ask for your sympathy, but you know, a little empathy goes a long way. My lifes not perfect, I accept that it's all easier for you. But if I'm having a bad day, I don't like being picked on about the things that are making it a bad day. And the things that do make it a bad day, are big to me. I'm thankful that those things are all it takes for me to have a bad day, I know that there aren't any huge problems going on in my life. Don't pick on me for who I am, or the way I react to things. They are all a part of me. If those parts of me are things you can't, or won't accept, oh well. But learn to listen to your heart once in a while, rather than your head telling you that just thinking it can all go away, and all not be a big deal is true. Because it's not for everyone. And no, I won't appologize. You constantly tell me not to say I'm sorry for things. And I'm not going to, because I'm not. When I feel you treat me poorly, I'm going to let you know. If you have a problem with that, you know how to click delete instead of reply.

**EDN** Everything below the dotted line, is a true and exact email sent to Scott 10 minutes ago. I haven't heard back from him. I'm oddly not as sorry as I thought I'd be. ~M.