I am wrong... she isn't going to be another Jamie... when this comes to an end you are going to be the one who comes up with some retarded ultimatum for her and you, Dave, you will be the Jamie. The one she could barely stand to be near, but always knows the moment she needs a sympathy lay she could count on to be balls to the wall happy with anticipation. What hurts the most is you told every fucking body, but me about this. Fuck... I found out that I was a REPLACEMENT for her when she couldn't show up to that party. I know why... because I wouldn't pat you on the back, give you a high five, and tell you you're doing a great thing for man kind by having a friend with benefits. I'd tell you you're doing things wrong and right now you have to believe you're doing things right, It's all a big ass joke. You fall in love as fast and as often as the rain falls from the sky. It's not that we don't understand you, Dave. It's that we know you too well and know that there is about a 90% chance this venture is going to end up with you thinking about putting another bottle of pills in your mouth. She'll raise your hopes unintentionally until she eventually pulls the rug out from under you and you fall 15 stories down to below the previous lowest point in your life.

Also... Stop acting like that fucking guy from Office Space. To quote the movie "every day you say you're going to lose your job, but yet, you are still here." Nut up, buttercup.