Wave_Rider
Soul Invader
- Joined
- Feb 25, 2002
- Posts
- 5,182
Dear self-absorbed and clueless fucktard,
You have some serious balls trying to put me on a guilt trip for "ignoring" you. I'm so sorry that I used to make you feel special, and you miss that. Guess what, I have a full time job and it's NOT you. Further more, *newsflash* the world doesn't revolve around you either, but I doubt you believe that. Yeah, remember when I got in that car accident...and you wanted to know if it was because I got so excited about thinking of you? Um, NO. Really, thanks for not even asking if I was okay. Actually, come to think of it...once I told you it had nothing to do with you, you didn't want to talk about it any more. Think I didn't notice that? I did. Who the hell do you think you are? You obviously don't know me at all. You wonder why I don't want to talk to you....here's a clue: Your whiny, arrogant, self-centered personality drains the energy out of me. Seriously, it's painful and exhausting. Jumping off a bridge sounds like more fun, and less painful. To you, I am a thing not a person, and how fucking dare you treat me as such. "We've" been over for a very long time and YOU need to accept that. I don't think I could make it any clearer. I'm almost sorry for losing your friendship in the process....but when you blatantly told me to put YOU above my little angels....well yeah, that ship sailed. I know you will never see this, and even if you did you wouldn't think it was about you. You know how you always wanted me to tell you how much I wanted to fuck you, well finally here it is....
FUCK OFF.
Signed,
Perfectly happy, now.
Why do I sense that 218 women in LIT are reading THIS and all nodding in agreement...........tip toes away......
RAWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWR Day............



