Okay, if we're being mean:

To T1,

When you wrote to me that night
Did you not think it wrong?
To ignore you were my therapist,
Like I should play along?

You knew that I had left you
'Cause of transference I had
And if you think we can be friends
You must be freaking mad.

What did you expect from me
At 2am on twitter?
Telling me your problems
(You can bet your a s s I'm bitter)

What hurts about your message -
There's no concern about my life
You just wanted to tell me
That you've split up with your wife.

I know that you were lonely
And probably drunk too
But I don't need your friendship, man
And I do not need you.