:: Oh, Look, A Tumbleweed ::

:: Tuesday, June 01, 2004 ::

I hate you. You are a fucking asshole, you know why? "I don't want to hang up the phone and have these be the last words we ever say to each other." BULLFUCKINGSHIT. I can understand taking time apart, and I'm sorry I didn't do that. But when you treat me like shit?! I hate you. I hope you do get convicted. I hope you get jail time. And while in jail, I hope you go through fucking hell. Even better than that, actually, would be your current situation. I hope he does to you every last thing you've done to me. I hope he breaks up with you, lies to you when he does break up with you, goes behind your back and starts dating someone else, SWEARS he wants to be friends and treats you like shit otherwise. I hope he rips out your heart. I hope he chops it into little pieces. I hope he leaves you a sobbing wreck and offers no comfort whatsoever.

You sad, pathetic human being. "We can't be friends because of him." Asshole. If we can't be friends because of your boyfriend, you are a pathetic human being. No one except assholes can't be friends with people who don't like their boyfriends. Believe me, I know from personal experience.

I hope you die alone. After all you've put me through? You so fucking deserve it. I hope every one of your boyfriends (Because God knows you two won't last right now) leaves you alone. And I hope they make it hurt. I hope they each rip out your heart.

You are incapable of a relationship. You lie, you blow your boyfriend off, and, even worse, you don't do the thing they most deserve which is to just give them some fucking closure! That's all I wanted today was CLOSURE. I prepared to never fucking talk to you again after today if that's what you fucking wanted. But after that conversation, where you can't even give me the decency to allow me that last thing? I hate you. I wanted you to be happy because I thought we were still friends. But I hope you are miserable. I hope your father kicks you out when he finds out. I hope he walks in on you, just to make it even sweeter. I hope you never find love again. I hope it's painful if you do and they break up with you.

I'm so glad this is public, because I want people to know how much of an asshole you are.

I don't think it's that hard to give a person closure. I'm not saying that you should have today because you were busy; but I know you'll probably never talk to me even though you said you would.

I hate you. I hope you rot in hell in one of Satan's mouths and that I can be there, laughing as he chews you into a bloody pulp.

:: Nick Tuesday, June 01, 2004 [+] ::