Tuesday, January 30, 2007

Dear Douchebag

I'm gad she slept with your friend. I'm glad she hurt you he same way you hurt me. I'm glad. You asked why I treat you so good. I can be glad all I want. The truth is that every time you call me, every time you hug me, every time you invite me over, I'm holding out hope that you still love me deep down and will ask to have me back. I don't think I would say yes. I just want you to love me the same way I've loved you for the last 7 months. I'm sorry that I ever let you go. I hate myself for that. I always will.

Dear Robot

Next month will be two years since I left you. Two years since that day I called you and told you that I would not be coming back home to ...