Jul 24, 2011
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I hate you with the intensity of a hundred suns. I hope you burn in hell… on earth and after. You deserve nothing less for what you did to that girl… those girls… everyone. Never in my life have I met such a scumbag. They’ve been talking, you know. To each other & their friends. Everyone who matters knows what a douchebag you are and everyone else will know soon enough. Pretty sure the world would be a better place if you died. Gonna hope for that to happen. Slowly & painfully, if possible.
Jul 21, 2011
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Subject line: I really hate that I miss you.
It’s been a few weeks since you burned me in the worst way you could think of. I really just want to forget you and move on. But you’re in my dreams again. And all the shitty things I’ve done since you to move on have just made me miss your late night visits more. I don’t know how, but I let you break me. If you hadn’t crossed that last line I could forgive everything else. We could have gone back to how things used to be in a few months, or could have just been close friends. But you’re a coward, and you had someone finish what was mine. That’s the closest thing I have to a god, and you shit all over it. So I really wish I didn’t even care enough to hate you, but you got under my skin…. I didn’t deserve any of that treatment. Fuck you.
Jun 14, 2011
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Subject line: wow
All i can say is wow. Your words mean nothing. Never Will. I can see through your actions and what others see you doing that you are just lying to yourself. I thought you were the love of my life. I was faithful – even when I found out you were not – even though you said you were. So sad that you have to lie and sexup every nasty bitch that shows interest in you, to make yourself feel better…..i’d better fade away before i catch something bad from you. LifeTime is too short & I’m starting to dislike U.
What can you do? Be honest…it gets you thru doors you never knew could be Opened.
Apr 30, 2011
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subject line: so missing you…
I hate this. I hate that I told you that your bullshit was bullshit. And if you popped up, I wouldn’t say no. I miss you so. Your kisses were like air… like water. I needed you. I needed you, but I was not willing to say all of this. I let you see my vulnerable heart. I shared myself with you. We’re grown ups. You know the complexities. And you know the depth of my feelings. It is a precious thing.
I just love you more than you can ever know.
Feb 15, 2011
Posted on Feb 15, 2011 in Angry Love Letter, Best Letters | 0 comments
Dear Ben,
You smug ,unwarranted pretentious prick; I am positive that gave you some sort of perverse pleasure.
This is what I truly think:
It all starts when I gaze into your eyes looking for your soul, only to find your empty, meaningless antidotes and one-liners, which, by the way, reeked of the worst kind of insincerity- obligatory. Get off of your self proclaimed pedestal and open your eyes. When will the imprudent deceit stop? You don’t have to right to patronize anyone. You may think, in some delusional way, that you are “sparing feelings”- hardly the case. Although, I can’t get off the hook that easily, I must admit there were several times conceded to your patronizing words only to make things “easier”, but usually not without allowing some choice words to calm myself. While I’m on the subject, who do you think you are? A gift? Really? Isn’t it just enough to be with someone? Why must you create a sense artificial adoration? Is it in order to make things more comfortable? Are you incapable of saying what you really feel? Notice I said feel, not think; most of the people in your life a fully aware of your capacity to ruin a perfectly good time with your uncensored, excessive displays of what Brian knows. Congratulations!
All this said I feel I should clarify a few things. I still don’t know why I am attracted to you. Maybe it’s an illness I haven’t quite outgrown, or the classic women’s desire to “fix”. Who knows.. But even within your charade, I found a time to shine, which can only be described in one word- faked.
Well I feel better. Now there will no tension under the rare circumstance that we should see each other. It is quite liberating to say what you actually feel; you should try it some time. LOL
Best Wishes,
Jess
