You know, Kimmie, I realize that all this melodrama is just you being emo for the moment but I feel compelled to point out to you that there are important differences between (a) being mad at you, (b) hating you, and (c) thinking that you are a bad person. I expect that you are smart enough to know that, intellectually, whatever your feeling-thoughts on the subject may be.

I believe you took my soda for the simple reason that nobody else could have taken it. Now, if you have evidence to the contrary, some reason you can give me to think it might have been somebody else, I’m all ears.

I’m hurt, too. I don’t really care all that much about the soda (it’s just a soda, after all) but I would like to know why you think I don’t deserve to have it and you do. I’d like to know why you couldn’t have asked, since I do usually share my treats with you.

For that matter, I’d like to know why I’m not allowed to be mad at you? People get mad at each other; it happens. You sure get mad at me often enough. Don’t I get the same privilege?

Anyway, I don’t hate you and I don’t think you’re bad (although you sometimes do bad things, if you care to make the distinction), and I think you know all of that. I’ll be mad till I’m done being mad and then I’ll be done.

No need to make mountains out of mole-hills, dear. I still love you. So there.