Last night I dreamt of you. You bought me Ralph Lauren jeans. They were a size 10. I said, "What makes you think I wear a size 10?" You told me that you looked on my other jeans and they were a 10 ( Read more... )

Two weeks ago I was at work and I saw someone who looked exactly like you. He was a bit more stocky than the last time I saw you, but maybe all of your trips to the gym were starting to pay off. He was the same height, same eyes, same face same smile, same everything. For a moment I thought that he was you, and that feeling was horrible. When he ( Read more... )

Last week I ( Read more... )

He packed up his shit and came back.

...

He packed up his shit and left.

Hooah.

So my "shit to do in the morning" didn't happen. He went out a little bit before I went to sleep. I told him not to wake me up when he got home, but I can't say I was suprised when he busted in at 2am. He was screaming for a cigarette and blabbering about police stops, breathalizers, a towed car, toxocology sceens and a shitwad of other stuff you ( Read more... )

Sometimes it seems like your actions are deliberately calculated and perfectly timed to cause as much turmoil as possible. I've learned my lesson many many times... and it seems that it finally stuck. You will not tear my house down.

Why did you even write?

Whatever. I have shit to do in the morning. I'm going to bed.

You're a fat asshole ( Read more... )

All I want is to forget. I want to close my eyes and see darkness, but instead when I close my eyes I am haunted by images that just won't go away. I don't want these feelings. I don't want these memories. I want a blank slate. I want to go to bed at night and not have my sleep tortured by dreams that taunt me in the morning. Instead, every morning ( Read more... )

Oh my God. You are so fucking pathetic. If you were here I'd puke all over you.

You are a walking advertisement for abortion... your mother should have had one.