Tuesday, January 1, 2008

Zach M.-

I don't love you. I know you're an ass. I know you're stupid. You are a loser. A nobody, a reject. So many things that are so WRONG about you. You've used me, abused me, threatened me. So why can't I stop thinking about you? Dreaming about you? Wishing you would approach me and talk to me. So stupid. I want it to stop. I want to stop thinking about you. I want to stop wanting you. I think I know why it is. You told me so many pretty lies, when I was so vulnerable, and I bought it all. I let myself reach that level of trust and happiness with you, and it was total crap. The same bullshit you sold to the next girl. I know that it's because you're messed up, and don't know what you're doing. It's still not excusable what you're doing. What you've done. I hate it, and I hate the power you still have over me.
I'll just make my list of reasons you're a loser.
-three time college fail-out
-girlfriend of 9 years dumped you and cheated on you- with good reason. You spent so much time pleasing yourself with your porn you couldn't get it up to please her!
-gambling addiction- serious debt.
-dead end job at Starbucks, in Hyvee. You're 28, and until recently lived with your parents. PAWN!
-did I mention failing college 3 times?
-unibrow!
-video games are the most exciting part of your day
-raging alcoholic
-do you have any real friends?
-angry drunk.
-called me a whore, crazy, bitch, and a slew of other things
-threatened me.
-STD`s anyone?
-you act like a 5 year old. Pout pout pout.
-lazy. you failed school because you were too busy playing video games and basketball. LOSER!

Thanks. That helped. I'm going to take my master's degree and loving, giving personality to someone who actually cares.
See you around, and hope you realize that you're going nowhere!

PS: I laughed a lot when a mutual acquantaince told me about the 18 year old (PERV!) you told "I love you" to after 4 dates. Did it sting when she laughed in your face? You don't know what love is, do you? Now I don't feel so bad.

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