dear you,
I fucking hate you. How dare you ask my friends how I'm doing. Last time I checked, you have my number. Are you afraid to call? Afraid I'd ask how you were, and then you'd tell me about Tanya? The girl I knew you were cheating on me with and now you're dating. Yeah, nice job douche showing her pictures to my friends. I'd know the description anyway. too much make up, looked like a freak. hideous. That would be her! Good going. Not only did you sound like an ass, you are one. Oh, and asking who I'm fucking - smooth, buddy. It is none of your business if I am or not, let alone who.


and even though I'm angry, I miss you. And it burns me that you'd ask/say any of those things because it means you must obviously care even a little bit. Or you're just a smart jerk who knows I'd hear about it and you knew I'd feel like shit. Either way, please exit my heart and my life.

xoxox.

me.


ps.

watch out for your girlfriend. she's fucking scary.