Fuck you.

[agentak]

Dear Abusive Loser Ex-Boyfriend,

By now I have made the correlation. We broke up (read: I dumped your needy ass) two years ago, and I finally stopped talking to you all together last year. That being said, when I run into mutual friends that I still enjoy talking to, we catch up about our lives (like, for example, our love lives). Obviously I have noticed that when I talk to them while totally unattached, things stay normal and it’s like you don’t exist. However, when I bump into them while dating someone (or having some type of romantic/sexual relationship), you contact me within three days.

You have a new girlfriend.

She was sitting beside you the last time you spent all night calling me.

Go bother her.

Trying to get her to look like me is freaking creepy. She doesn’t have the skin for long red curly hair, anyway.

And why the hell would I ever want you back in any sense of the word? Even when we did the whole “friends” thing after I dumped you, you were a creepy stalker and an asshole.

I don’t want anything to do with you.

Stop trying to get me back when I’m taken. It’s not going to happen. I’m not even desperate enough when I’m single.

The only reason I didn’t kick you to the curb in the first few months of our relationship was because when I hinted that maybe we should see other people, you threatened suicide.

Did you ever wonder why that stopped working, that day two years ago when I stopped taking your calls?

It’s because I didn’t care anymore. A part of me hoped you’d kill yourself because after all that I hated you so much I thought you deserved it.




So now I’m debating what to do. I might agree to go out for coffee with you just to show you that since the last time you saw me I got an $18,000 boobjob (courtesy of the Government, since it was to correct a hormone disorder. The fact that it brought me up a cupsize or two to about an H and made them ten times perkier is just a happy side effect) and my hair (that you always had a fetish for) is now so long I have to avoid sitting on it. Just to make your whore of a girlfriend even more depressing for you to slink back to.

Or I might just ignore you.

I'm kinda thinking about texting you the picture of me and Sabre from the last post and telling you that if  you keep bothering me I'll have him tear out your eyes as souveniers.

Though I could always go with the advice of a great friend: “Fuck that. Shank him in the face.”

Comments

[agent-florida.livejournal.com]

(Had to make room for a Project Freelancer icon. Thinking about reinstating it as my Do Not Want icon.)

OW OW SO MUCH OW on the tendons thing. Hoooooly crap. That is so much worse than anything you could do to him. Honestly, these types of people destroy themselves without us having to do much to facilitate it.

I would lol at you having that quack of a shrink... but seriously. I go to a Catholic university and I was still aboe to talk with my counselorperson about being bi. CATHOLIC, ffs. She was kinda totally cool with it: "So, tell me why you want to make out with your friend who is a girl and screw over all you've worked for with your boyfriend?" Yeah, you deserve better than that quack.

Perhaps if you get to Uni there'll be some kind of subsidized plan? Seriously, it cost me about $4 per session because they wanted people to seek help. Of course, the meds are the most expensive part (I have probably $300+ worth of antipsychotics here in my drawer that I am now never going to use). But... if they help, they help.

[agentak.livejournal.com]

(OOooh yeah... I keep forgetting up non-paid accounts can't have many icons. STUPID LJ!)

I was like buzzing that week. I'm so bad with schadenfreude when it comes to people I really hate.

I was literally facepalming the whole time. I hated her so much. She didn't let me get a word in anyway. Also there was a huge puddle of pee right in the middle of her waiting room that looked like it had been there for a while. Not exactly a slam against her qualifications, but it was still gross.

You could mail them to me
Here's hoping... Good shrinks are hard to get in with. I need to get a new family doctor as well but no one is accepting patients... It's really bad around here. I'm not even picky anymore, I just want my file in anyone's hands but hers.

[agent-florida.livejournal.com]

Well, in the meantime, since I can't legally give/sell you my meds (not like you'd want them, I hated the damn things), I'm here if you need someone to talk to who's not going to judge you for teh crazee. Lord knows we all have a bit of it. *hugs*

[agentak.livejournal.com]

Thanks. *huggles back*