Write me a fucking letter

Show me that a) you're willing to put time into maintaining our relationship.

b) that you bloody well are willing to accept that my goals in life are not Jane's goals. I have my own goals for my life and career, and most of them are articulated on this blog.

c) you're genuinely concerned for my wellbeing (and willing to risk me lashing out at you). -

That's what writing to me would mean. _

Not writing makes you seem like callous pricks that want to exploit me for money while pretending as if we're best friends and always were (which we weren't). Most of my peers made fun of me behind my back. I remember that, so stop pretending as if I'm your saviour because you're trying to flatter my ego. Instead, how about some reciprocity for all the dozens, if not hundreds, of emails that I sent to my so-called friends back before I was on the air 24/7 thanks to the weed cause? I took the time to write to you; the least you could do is take the time to reply, or to send me an unprompted letter. Sadly, that hasn't happened, so I'm challenging you shits to write to me. - That's basic courtesy. That's friendship; this isn't.