An open-letter.


Hey Asshole,
Seriously now. Do you really think you are somehow inconviencing me by trying to fuck with me? Please. Get real. I am tougher than you. I know the ropes a hell of a lot better. Above all I am a survivor. Give me your best shot, you won't even knock me down. Nothing and I mean NOTHING that you could do to me would even make me have a bad day. I laugh at your pathetic attempts to control my world from beyond the grave. Man, do you have ANYTHING better to do? I killed and buried you a very long time ago, but still you want to rehash the past? No no. LOL. This isn't even the PAST its your sick interputation of it were, in this version of reality, you are the victor. Ha. Not even close. I don't want anything from you asshole I just want to forget what you look like. Actually more than that I would like to forget your name. I don't want to remember your birthdate or your relative's names. Am I bitter? No. I just want to MOVEEEEEE on! Stop wasting your time thinking you are somehow incoviencing me or making me hate myself. Nothing you could do would even make me bat my pretty little eye lashes. You are so damn pathetic. Really, just pathetic.

PEACE!