Feb 17, 2006 06:13
I am by no means a good person. I am probably, in fact, a horrible person. I'm never on time. I often lie to cover my ass. I use people. I like getting drunk and sleeping in. Some of the best nights of my life included watching my friends do lines of coke off a hooker's ass, being chased by police and hoping I wouldn't get arrested. I'm currently semi-watching a mostly naked, VERY drunk man sleep, wondering what it'd be like to take advantage of his drunkiness.
I am by no means a good person; however, neither are you.
You're definitely not perfect. This isn't about YOU. Why you decided you played a huge role in my life is beyond me. You think you're trying to help me, but you're not. This ain't black and white. The world also does not REVOLVE around you. At least mine doesn't. So get over yourself. You didn't mean anything to me when I was a child, you don't mean anything to me now.
Your marriage to her means nothing to me. In fact, if I could, I would ruin it for you. But I'm not so bitter as to ruin what you deem as real love. Nor do I want to invest the resources in order to fuck with you life. Have you told her what you did? Not only to me, but to all the other girls? I really doubt you have, because NO woman could ever love a man like that.
I really had no intention of writing anything to you. I have no intention of talking to you again, via email or any possible messenger. I have no interest in what you have to say. I tried to end this years ago civilly with you years ago. If you contact me again, I will take matters into my own hands.
Don't pray for me. You're a joke. If only your church knew what you did. It doesn't even matter, I guess. Because your god knows. and he's judging you. way more than any of us could. and if you decide that you desperately need to contact me, I will not hesitate to set up a meeting with you and your maker so you can discuss all your indiscretions.
That's all I really have to say.