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Dear Feena
May. 21st, 2015 04:23 pmHey Feena...
So I'm probably the last guy you want to read anything from right now. Can't blame you for that one in the slightest. I know I hurt you---a lot more than I've ever wanted to, and I know I made things worse.
Look, I know I said this completely backwards before, but I wasn't trying to push you out of my life. I saw all at once the stupid thing I'd done to you, that I couldn't avoid hurting you, and I---pushed back, in a panic. Like an idiot. You probably hate me and think I hate you now, huh? But the truth is I'll always like you. A lot. You're almost too sickeningly sweet to exist, even in sugary pony land, but...that's what makes you special. That's why you have a lot to offer the world. You're so...full of light that you can even light the darkest shadow. Like me, I guess. That's why I'm so fond of you.
I'm sorry I didn't see what was happening to you before now. I had my head in the clouds like some past...acquaintances I could name, and 'cause I couldn't see what you were feeling, what I was making you think about us, I led you on. I let you rise up and crash instead of treating you with the respect you deserve, and not even my biggest and baddest of dictionaries has a word to describe how sorry I am about that.
If you're still reading at this point (again, can't blame you for burning this up if that's what you did), there's just one more thing I want to say: do whatever makes you happy. I know you've got a ton of friends, and a couple bachelors who'll do far better by you than I ever could. Go for it.
And as for me? You've got all the choice in the world. You want to pretend I don't exist? Go for it. Punch me in the face a few times? I can take it. And I know nobody ever wants to hear or believe that people can still be friends after a thing like this, but...don't think I'm rejecting your friendship. I'm not. I just know I blew it.
-Regretful regards,
Strong Bad
So I'm probably the last guy you want to read anything from right now. Can't blame you for that one in the slightest. I know I hurt you---a lot more than I've ever wanted to, and I know I made things worse.
Look, I know I said this completely backwards before, but I wasn't trying to push you out of my life. I saw all at once the stupid thing I'd done to you, that I couldn't avoid hurting you, and I---pushed back, in a panic. Like an idiot. You probably hate me and think I hate you now, huh? But the truth is I'll always like you. A lot. You're almost too sickeningly sweet to exist, even in sugary pony land, but...that's what makes you special. That's why you have a lot to offer the world. You're so...full of light that you can even light the darkest shadow. Like me, I guess. That's why I'm so fond of you.
I'm sorry I didn't see what was happening to you before now. I had my head in the clouds like some past...acquaintances I could name, and 'cause I couldn't see what you were feeling, what I was making you think about us, I led you on. I let you rise up and crash instead of treating you with the respect you deserve, and not even my biggest and baddest of dictionaries has a word to describe how sorry I am about that.
If you're still reading at this point (again, can't blame you for burning this up if that's what you did), there's just one more thing I want to say: do whatever makes you happy. I know you've got a ton of friends, and a couple bachelors who'll do far better by you than I ever could. Go for it.
And as for me? You've got all the choice in the world. You want to pretend I don't exist? Go for it. Punch me in the face a few times? I can take it. And I know nobody ever wants to hear or believe that people can still be friends after a thing like this, but...don't think I'm rejecting your friendship. I'm not. I just know I blew it.
-Regretful regards,
Strong Bad
