Unfortunately
I just recently had to change my number. I am very sad to have had to do this. However, I see it as being an opportunity to have a new catchy number... LOL. Something good can always come from something bad, whether it is a lesson learned, a new number, or as in this case both.. LOL. I don't mean to trivialize this, but man.. if I can't laugh about it all then hell.
When you tell someone to leave you alone and they just don't. They continue to text you even after you have: 1st asked them to stop, 2nd told them to stop, 3rd yelled at them to stop, and finally 4th, had someone tell them for you. I guess some just can't get the hint. Maybe I should write a song titled "Leave Me The F*** Alone!"
I have a blog on here about my views of the downward spiral of events before/durring/after my recent break up. I have set it to private on here and on my MySpace account because the woman threatened me "Paybacks are hell, Paybacks are Fucking Hell!", and that two could play dirty. It was kind of creepy like she was posessed or something. Well I wasn't playing anything when I was posting it. I wasn't telling people to stay away from her, I wasn't threatening her, I wasn't giving false information. It was merely a sequence of events that described an emotionally unstable persons actions at a certain time. She only proved her instability further with her messages and texts in the following days after the break up. I was also told by her that I was ruining her life by posting this. She later left a message after I told her I was changing my number saying that she didn't care if I changed my number, that I needed to do what I had to, she just wanted me to finally admit that I had ruined her fucking life, and that it was all my fault (she is sobbing this onto the phone by the way). Well, no one ruins your life if you let them, SO that means that your life is in your control. I told her to NOT sell her stuff, I told her to NOT give all her clothes away, she DIDN'T have to leave this area (a friend had offered her a place to stay until her job started). SO... tell me... am I responsible for your decisions? Her life isn't over. She is just fine, she just wants to pile all this shit on top of her to make it look like she can never get out from under it. I really don't have patience for pity parties. Sorry it didn't work out. We wanted the same things, but we forgot to see if we wanted those things from eachother.
So, I had to delete it from blogger.com (it doesn't have an option to make single postings private), I put it as a diary entry at MySpace, and here, I did the same. As far as I know she doesn't know about this blog, but to save argument I did it anyway. Man... she called me 5 times about removing it from blogger. I had removed it already, but her ass didn't realize that unless she refreshed the page she could still see it there. Honey, it isn't going to magically vanish once I hit that button, it is called "REFRESH!"
I don't mean to rehash anything here. Just knowing that I actually felt the need to change my number means that I was just tired of it all.
Finally free,
Melis
When you tell someone to leave you alone and they just don't. They continue to text you even after you have: 1st asked them to stop, 2nd told them to stop, 3rd yelled at them to stop, and finally 4th, had someone tell them for you. I guess some just can't get the hint. Maybe I should write a song titled "Leave Me The F*** Alone!"
I have a blog on here about my views of the downward spiral of events before/durring/after my recent break up. I have set it to private on here and on my MySpace account because the woman threatened me "Paybacks are hell, Paybacks are Fucking Hell!", and that two could play dirty. It was kind of creepy like she was posessed or something. Well I wasn't playing anything when I was posting it. I wasn't telling people to stay away from her, I wasn't threatening her, I wasn't giving false information. It was merely a sequence of events that described an emotionally unstable persons actions at a certain time. She only proved her instability further with her messages and texts in the following days after the break up. I was also told by her that I was ruining her life by posting this. She later left a message after I told her I was changing my number saying that she didn't care if I changed my number, that I needed to do what I had to, she just wanted me to finally admit that I had ruined her fucking life, and that it was all my fault (she is sobbing this onto the phone by the way). Well, no one ruins your life if you let them, SO that means that your life is in your control. I told her to NOT sell her stuff, I told her to NOT give all her clothes away, she DIDN'T have to leave this area (a friend had offered her a place to stay until her job started). SO... tell me... am I responsible for your decisions? Her life isn't over. She is just fine, she just wants to pile all this shit on top of her to make it look like she can never get out from under it. I really don't have patience for pity parties. Sorry it didn't work out. We wanted the same things, but we forgot to see if we wanted those things from eachother.
So, I had to delete it from blogger.com (it doesn't have an option to make single postings private), I put it as a diary entry at MySpace, and here, I did the same. As far as I know she doesn't know about this blog, but to save argument I did it anyway. Man... she called me 5 times about removing it from blogger. I had removed it already, but her ass didn't realize that unless she refreshed the page she could still see it there. Honey, it isn't going to magically vanish once I hit that button, it is called "REFRESH!"
I don't mean to rehash anything here. Just knowing that I actually felt the need to change my number means that I was just tired of it all.
Finally free,
Melis