January 22, 2007
Forgive me not asking how are you, but I don'ot give a fuck about your mood. I am not interested in changes that were brought recently to your life, either and your new successes are not a concern of mine any longer. The thing is that I care about people present in my life and your existence does not refer to that any more. And as far as the past is considered, my memory is growing dim. Hopefully next time we see each other you will notice a progress. Next time I see you, baby, I won’t remember your name.