More Rachel fun.
I sent Rachel this email:
Hey, you have my Interpol CD, my Neutral Milk Hotel CD and my Wilco CD. I'd like them back so you can once and for all be out of my life. I work Sunday through Wednesday till 2 p.m. so drop them off at my house while I'm at work so I don't have to see you, k? thanks.
to which she responded:
What's up with the malicious e-mail? Let's not forget that you broke up with
me. I guess it's probably easier for you to turn all your feelings into hate
for me, plus it provides for some good quality male bonding with your friends
if you can chime in with their, "fuck that bitch" antics.... I still love you
and I fucking miss you and I know the way I treated you was wrong and that is
about me. I am going back to therapy on Monday and I intend on taking a look at
what my behavior with you was all about. I KNOW it was fucked up, I see that. I
wish it could have been different, but I guess it was what it was..... I wish I
could have given you so much more. You can hate me if you want, but I don't
hate you and I don't think I ever could..... so fuck you.
ok...wow. I should've dropped it at that, but I am a tad white trash at times so I emailed this back to her:
A: I don't hate you, and I don't think that I could.
B: I sent you that email because that is how I felt, I need to keep from
contacting you because I am so sick of the runaround that I think that the less
we see of each other the better
C: Leave my friends out of this, you never cared for them or liked them so they
are of little concern to you.
D: I'm sorry you are having to go to therapy, I wish you well with that.
E: Don't act like you were the victim in me breaking up with you. You treated
me like shit with your hot and cold antics and I decided I could either just
take it and act like the little bitch that I was acting like that day, worring
about it, about you all the time, OR I could just be an adult and do something
about it. So I chose to do something about it.
You might've liked me at some point, I'm sure you did. But for the last month
or two, I kind of knew you didn't like me. I hope you are happy now. I hope
Julie and Danny are giving all the "fuck him, he's a straight white guy who
likes sports" reinforcement you need. All you need to know is this: I was never
hot and cold to you. I was always honest with you about my feelings. I never
stopped loving you and was never embarassed or ashamed of the fact that I did.
Can you answer any of those questions yes? And if you can, than how do you look
at yourself in the mirror?
jason
and she responded with this:
yes, please do keep from contacting me as well, I want this to be over for
good so I can move on too.
I can't imagine meeting anyone I have less in common with. Oh yeah, we did have
6 feet under..
B: I am sick of the runaround too and feel the last 6 months have been a total
waste of my time.
C: No, I never did like your friends. I found them to be (with the exception of
the girls) 1 dimensional and thoroughly uninteresting. Maybe you guys can go
dump some trash on someones doorstep for some bonding.
D: Maybe someday you'll go to therapy and deal with your need to feel loved by
anyone, regardless of how they treat you.
E: Maybe you'll continue to teach the world lessons with your brutal honesty.
Who needs therapy when they have you to point everyones shortcomings.
Final note: I was also upfront with you although you can continue to make all
this my fault. I didn't tell you I missed you when I didn't. I told you it was
not a long term thing for me from the very beginning. I think you chose to
never really hear that and that's not my fucking problem. I'm not going to
apoligize for wanting a boyfriend that had a car and was doing something with
his life. . Maybe your own wounds kept you from really hearing that. But that's
not my fucking problem
Wow. I didn't respond back. This makes her officially insane I've decided. Good lay, terribly insane. I asked a few people I know if she had a point, and NOONE I know seemed to think that what she said was the least bit true. What a shitslut.
On the other hand I talked to Heather tonight and that was nice. She is a sweetheart. I thought about making a move but decided not to. Oh well, guess I'll go to sleep only to wake up to my roomie loudly fucking a girl.
Pearl Jam were great, playing like a greatest hits type of set. I am going to write more about them tomorrow, so stay tuned all 3 of you that actually read this.
Comment you fuckers. Also, noone has enterred my radical ass contest. I promise to make it worth your while.
Hey, you have my Interpol CD, my Neutral Milk Hotel CD and my Wilco CD. I'd like them back so you can once and for all be out of my life. I work Sunday through Wednesday till 2 p.m. so drop them off at my house while I'm at work so I don't have to see you, k? thanks.
to which she responded:
What's up with the malicious e-mail? Let's not forget that you broke up with
me. I guess it's probably easier for you to turn all your feelings into hate
for me, plus it provides for some good quality male bonding with your friends
if you can chime in with their, "fuck that bitch" antics.... I still love you
and I fucking miss you and I know the way I treated you was wrong and that is
about me. I am going back to therapy on Monday and I intend on taking a look at
what my behavior with you was all about. I KNOW it was fucked up, I see that. I
wish it could have been different, but I guess it was what it was..... I wish I
could have given you so much more. You can hate me if you want, but I don't
hate you and I don't think I ever could..... so fuck you.
ok...wow. I should've dropped it at that, but I am a tad white trash at times so I emailed this back to her:
A: I don't hate you, and I don't think that I could.
B: I sent you that email because that is how I felt, I need to keep from
contacting you because I am so sick of the runaround that I think that the less
we see of each other the better
C: Leave my friends out of this, you never cared for them or liked them so they
are of little concern to you.
D: I'm sorry you are having to go to therapy, I wish you well with that.
E: Don't act like you were the victim in me breaking up with you. You treated
me like shit with your hot and cold antics and I decided I could either just
take it and act like the little bitch that I was acting like that day, worring
about it, about you all the time, OR I could just be an adult and do something
about it. So I chose to do something about it.
You might've liked me at some point, I'm sure you did. But for the last month
or two, I kind of knew you didn't like me. I hope you are happy now. I hope
Julie and Danny are giving all the "fuck him, he's a straight white guy who
likes sports" reinforcement you need. All you need to know is this: I was never
hot and cold to you. I was always honest with you about my feelings. I never
stopped loving you and was never embarassed or ashamed of the fact that I did.
Can you answer any of those questions yes? And if you can, than how do you look
at yourself in the mirror?
jason
and she responded with this:
yes, please do keep from contacting me as well, I want this to be over for
good so I can move on too.
I can't imagine meeting anyone I have less in common with. Oh yeah, we did have
6 feet under..
B: I am sick of the runaround too and feel the last 6 months have been a total
waste of my time.
C: No, I never did like your friends. I found them to be (with the exception of
the girls) 1 dimensional and thoroughly uninteresting. Maybe you guys can go
dump some trash on someones doorstep for some bonding.
D: Maybe someday you'll go to therapy and deal with your need to feel loved by
anyone, regardless of how they treat you.
E: Maybe you'll continue to teach the world lessons with your brutal honesty.
Who needs therapy when they have you to point everyones shortcomings.
Final note: I was also upfront with you although you can continue to make all
this my fault. I didn't tell you I missed you when I didn't. I told you it was
not a long term thing for me from the very beginning. I think you chose to
never really hear that and that's not my fucking problem. I'm not going to
apoligize for wanting a boyfriend that had a car and was doing something with
his life. . Maybe your own wounds kept you from really hearing that. But that's
not my fucking problem
Wow. I didn't respond back. This makes her officially insane I've decided. Good lay, terribly insane. I asked a few people I know if she had a point, and NOONE I know seemed to think that what she said was the least bit true. What a shitslut.
On the other hand I talked to Heather tonight and that was nice. She is a sweetheart. I thought about making a move but decided not to. Oh well, guess I'll go to sleep only to wake up to my roomie loudly fucking a girl.
Pearl Jam were great, playing like a greatest hits type of set. I am going to write more about them tomorrow, so stay tuned all 3 of you that actually read this.
Comment you fuckers. Also, noone has enterred my radical ass contest. I promise to make it worth your while.