complainey

an email i sent to my ex tonite:



you can write anything you want to about me in your little fucking journal. i don't care what you think about me anymore and i won't be reading it. you don't fucking matter. all you care about is being "emo" and getting sympathy from these little fucking retards you meet online. well guess what? i meet people online too. perhaps i should post what i do with them all over my journal too. i didnt look at you when you dropped off preston because i dont have any respect for you if you dont have respect for my feelings. you're the one in the wrong here. you're the one who hurt me. i'm not acting childish...i'm dealing with what happened the best way i know how. i talked to my friend about it this weekend and he helped me realize a few things. i shouldn't give a shit about someone who doesn't give a shit about me. i should only care about the people who give a damn about my feelings and that's not you. i dont want a response to this. don't tell me i'm wrong. you've never done a damn thing to show me you care about me. you only wanted to marry me cos you thought it would help you out in court. so kindly fuck the hell off. i despise you. only contact me if you need to let me know you can't pick up preston for a weekend. and please give me as much notice as you can. i'll understand if you dont want to see your son so that you can go fuck off with your lj pals but don't bring my son around youre fucked up friends. i hope you are happy that you've hurt my feelings.
oh yeah, and i did fuck aaron. a lot. numerous times. deal with that you piece of shit. i hope you fucking choke on all your bullshit lies.