Like the song goes...WORDS, WORDS PROMISES, WORDS

Perhaps you are right, you never really did make any promises to me, but fuck to come back later and use it against me? God damn you!

The big joke is that you will never be happy until you realize what a fuck up you are. Ohhhh so slick...you fucked a few people over got a few bucks out of it...wow...what a winner.

Your problem is that you will never grow until you sit down and realize how much of a fuck up you are without blaming others for your problems.

I know what you have been up to lately....sweet! I also know your papers are up for renewal in September...SWEETER! Good luck convincing the government that you should be allowed to stay here.

They say that the best revenge is a good life...I would rather live my entire life in poverty knowing the truth than a moment in ur world of disillusions.

See, the biggest problem is that when I speak out about this (about you) I sound like I am a bitter fucker. No one was there but you and I when you told me how horrible of a person I was...and I kept staying for more. WHY? You did NOTHING for me. Ever. You didn't even put a smile on my face. Rather, I was your emotional hostage. The only reason I stuck around for as long as I did was because I was sucked into your fucked up world of terror. You are an emotional terrorist of the sickest kind.

I hope someday you come across this, read it, shake your head and say, "FUCK THIS GIRL IS PHYSCO!" hahaha. Silly, you are the insane one.

Don't worry....it's all taken care of.