Bitterness is cheap, or a letter to an ambiguous friend and the pleasures of the anonymous blog

The sweet thing about you on television is that had I auditioned, I'd be your friend all over again. But I find you still fondly pretentious, as if that's the only way I should know you. I reply to your alleged pretentiousness with hearltfelt congratulations and well meant pleasantries but you reply with a coldness that makes years of knowing you pure torture.

But I'll still root for you, support you, tell others how proud I am to know you. Yet immature as it sounds, I'll act like the friend you've always known but with the consciousness that I fucking still have issues with you.

Good luck, though.