Dear Jacob, Okay, there are a few things we need to talk about, but I'm too pissed off at you to do this face to face right now. As far as you're concerned, the whole matter has NOTHING to do with you. Whether we're dating or not, my life is my life, not yours. You don't have to approve of my friends! I've been hanging out with them for a lot longer than we've been dating, and I'm not gonna ditch them just because my self-centered boyfriend wants to control my life. On the other issue, again, my life is my life. Maybe I love her, maybe I don't. Maybe the only reason I decided to go out with you was because she turned me down. But the thing you didn't think about is, maybe I decided to go out with you because I LIKED YOU! Why do all our issues have to lead back to my life and my friends? Yes, I loved her, but that's over, and she's no longer in the picture, so why the hell do you have to put me through so much stress? And why does it matter to you at all that I'm bi? Do you think it increases the chances of me cheating? God, you should know I wouldn't do that! Remember the pact we made in the fifth grade? If we ever got bored, we'd just say so? I'm still sticking to that! If I think we should see other people, I'LL TELL YOU! Have you noticed how I'm not assuming your cheating? That's because I want this relationship. So the next time you want to tell me something, just TELL me instead of acusing me of all this shit you know isn't true. Love, Sarah. *** Jacob, What bullshit? I'm simply responding to all the shit you brought up the other day! I told you that I LOVED her. Why does this freak you out so much?! You know about all my other ex's and past crushes, so why does it matter whether I liked Ella or not? And I never cheated on your before! You know as well as I do that I broke up with you THREE MONTHS before I asked Jordan out! So stop saying that it happened. As I said, my life is MY LIFE, and what happened before and after we dated before HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH YOU. You know, I regretted ever saying yes to you in fifth grade, and I regret saying yes now. You haven't changed a bit since then. You're the same selfish, paranoid freak I dumped back then. And guess what? It's happening again. Bye, fucker.