Oh the funniest thing happened. When I was dragged to church this week, the homily was centered on forgiveness. And the thought of, “Oh, I should forgive those who have wronged me … Like TIM perhaps.”
But then I thought, what would I forgive you for?
You did absolutely nothing.
Some people avoid confrontation but this is ridiculous.
How difficult would it have been to utter two simple words: SEEING SOMEONE? Apparently way more difficult then making out with total disregard of my feelings. Of course. Making out is always simple … and oh so fun, ain’t it? ESPECIALLY at the expense of someone’s feelings. Always. You are the only person I hate in this world and you could have easily prevented this by saying those two simple words.
I guess I was simply not worth your time.
Alex is, after all, perfect in every way it seems.
And a hand written letter? So juvenile I guess …
But yes, as much as you make me sad, you make me feel equally as angry. I have these sick twisted scenarios of torturing you. Oh how I wish you were in so much pain … physically but most of all, emotionally. I won’t go through the details because you know what? No bad is ever going to come to you. The most you’ll have to deal with is what to do with the millions you make.
As much as I loathe you, you’re an enormous talent. Like, I adore your band but I just plain loathe you. If not the music, you’re going to make it in Hollywood. You’re going to the fucking Art Institute for god’s sakes. If not Hollywood, you’re even smart so who cares? You’re going to be pretty well off and happy no matter what.
I can hope for karma will do its course but it seems no matter how much you hurt me, I know it will not affect you. I know you don’t give a flying fuck about what you did to me … or what you didn’t. All I can hope is that you turn into that cold hearted CEO you dreaded.
But then again, that’s probably all you want at this point. How would I know?
One part is done, you’re pretty much categorized as cold hearted to me.