mood: annoyed

Dear Jane,

I don't actually like you much. We are not friends. I don't hate you, it's nothing personal, it's just that we have nothing in common that is meaningful enough to make us friends. You think we are friends, you even say it, what great friends we are, but we're not, okay? You don't treat me like I want to be treated by a friend. It seems like I am always calling/texting/emailing you, and you can't be bothered to reply until it suits you (which may well be 6 months later). If the only way you care to keep in touch is by writing on my Wall at Facebook, take a hike. Oh, but can you pay me back first? Yeah... the only reason I bother with you is you owe me money. I'm sorry, but there you are.

Yours in aggravation,
M