Letter number: 43191143
From: [LeafyGreenPuddle] (my right nipple peircing hurts-clean but hurts 0.o)
To: [Dr.No] (♠)
Sent mail 2005-07-15 07:00:23
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Comment to: 43187472

 
I never said I wanted to hear a damn thing about your life and the characters in it. You only ever assumed it was interesting. You only ever pushed it on me like so much crack.


How many times did I tell you it's not the events and things and people in your life that make you who you are, but your reactions to them and the thoughts in between them?


I think you don't answer my questions because you don't want to, because it's easier to be shallow but write like you're deep.


How do you know what's good for me, you self-righteous schmuck? I'm shamelessly insulting you now because you've shamelessly insulted me without knowing it, numerous times and it was stupid of me to keep that to myself until now.


The fact that I was never quite important enough and my questions were never quite important enough for you to take the precious time out of your day to take notice and answer them and act like you cared says more about you than any pretensious string of words of yours ever could.


I can't believe I thought you loved me. What a joke. You don't have the slightest inkling of what love is. You know the passion and the setting and the costume and the script but you don't have any idea what the movie is all about. The plot is aparently too complicated for your busy life.


You've made my cry one too many times. I don't care if I never hear from you again. I don't care if I've hurt you or ruffled your feathers. I especially don't care if I havn't.


You've sucked the personality and happiness out of me just like every other guy I've given an inch to and lost a mile. You're no different. You're not special. You're just as unique as the next asshole. Thanks for teaching me an oh so valuable lesson. Thanks for doing it the hard way. I've developed a taste for a well-made mistake. Whips and chains got nothing on me.


I know you think I'm wrong and my views are 'warped'... and I can just picture you shrugging me off like so much dandruff. Again.


You wanna prove me wrong? Fuck you and come visit me, you rich successful professional you.


Your actions and words prove that you're not sorry and you don't know a thing about me. I have to say it again: you certainly CERTAINLY don't fucking know what's good for me... GOD you're arrogant!! I can't believe I didn't see that.


Mistakes


Well that's what makes the world go round toots.
Thank god no one else is quite like you.









And an opus is a symphony, not a set of words. You should have known that Mr.Muscianman