Dearest Alison and Traivs - Happy Holidays!

Dec 10, 2005 14:10

I want nothing to do with you. I understand that you are an easy lay. I'm sure its not your fault that you are loose. Somewhere down the line in your low life you decided you needed attention from boys. And thats fine. Maybe you and your Father never had a decent relationship. Maybe you just needed to feel wanted even though you surely aren't. I'm not mad at you, and I'm not mad at him. I am a bit disgusted. I also find it humerous that you sister claims to some that I was the one that cheated. It's nice to have sisterly love to try and hide your whorish ways. However, it doesn't always work. You are the exposed one now. But hey, you have no hard feelings! If anything, that means there is a line up of guys just waiting to get inside for that ride.

You may feel superior to me, but trust me you are not. I have values and morals. I plan on getting out of Ridgeway without 3 kids attached to my hips and a bad case of Herpes. I hope the two of you live a wonderful happy sex filled small penis loose vagina life. Please do not send me an invitation to a baby shower or wedding, as I will not be attending. Please do not ask for money when you are dirt ass broke and unable to afford antibiotics for the STDs. Congratulations, you have proven to be a slut, and a dirty one at that. I can't wait to see the transition where you become a homewrecker. And hopefully you don't infect too many boys in Canada, as that would really be a damn shame. But I will tell you something, if anybody ever tells me that they dated you, I would not even give them the benefit of the doubt. Simply because they aimed low (very low) in the past.

Moving onward, it's over. And I'm glad this all happened. It was funny that at one point I actually thought I would stay here. But you opened my eyes to the fact if you stay here, you will be a loser owning a car auto body shop trying to make ends meet. Or simply working in a factory 12 hours a day. But hey, all that hard work pays off! You get to go home to a fowl smelling vagina! But that is what you want, so thats fine. I'm not even going to say sorry for not whoring around. Your personal tastes have changed, and thats fine with me. Just don't ever expect anything nice of me again. I feel sorrow for your family, espeically the glorified waitress, because they have you as a son. If I were you mother, I would have done myself in sometime ago. No mother (or in your case, glorified waitress) wants to see her son fuck around. Not at all. And if you were my son and decided to drop out of College, I would hang you by the nuts. Well, maybe not because I wouldn't want to touch those dirty things. But you would need to become financially independent. But you don't seem to worry about that. You think you have it all; and you really don't. It'll be sad to see you still living at home with your parents at the age of 30. I'm sure their dreams will suffer and everything. But you know, they will get to build that dream house for all those lovely grandchildren of theirs. In any case, I never loved you. You were a dick and always put yourself before others. It was pure infatuation. I'm glad I get to do what I want to do. I'm glad that I get to see my friends. And I'm glad that my friends are going off to University with me and not working at McDonalds or some other minimum wage paying job.

Now leave me the fuck alone.

Oh, and remember, what comes around goes around. Including the STDs.

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