The letter he will never see.
What you need to realize about me, is that I'm actually a much bigger asshole than you seem to think I am. I have no idea how you've reached the conclusion that I am, in essence, a nice person. It is not true. I am a dick, and generally, I don't really mince my words unless I care for someone.
So note that because I have been ETERNALLY fucking patient with you is a sign that I cared for you at some point. Do not apologize to me for your behavior. Your apologies are hollow and meaningless, because I know you are not truly apologetic. You are doing what society deems that you do in order to be a morally correct human being. You are anything but.
And my reward for this is being lead on. Fantastic. You could have told me this when I invited you to spend Christmas with me and my family, where you, by the way, singlehandedly polished off a 40 dollar bottle of Rum. This was my first warning sign. You could have told me that you had no real interest in me when we went to the bar and you spent 40 dollars of MY money on booze. This should have been my SECOND warning, but no. I let this slide because I legitimately enjoyed spending time with you. Rest assured that this is no longer the case. You are a waste of my time, energy, and gasoline.
You give me all of this personal information about you, and the sadness you've endured in your life, and while I nod my assent, and say that I sympathize, internally I am laughing at your so called misfortune because in the grand scheme it means NOTHING to me. We have all endured hardships in our lives, and I can count on both hands people FAR more meaningful to me than you, some of whom I've actually never MET in person, who have worse things going on in their lives than you.
The hardships you are currently enduring are of your own making, not by some misfortune of divine design, or the plots of those surrounding you to make your life difficult. Everyone has problems. Fucking deal with them. That's what adults do. We don't make excuses, and place the blame on others. To steal a quote from a friend, we stand, with great conviction, throw our fist into the air, and exclaim "my bad." That's how we move on. WE ACCEPT OUR FAULTS!
Recently you have admitted to a few of yours. Good. I'm glad that you can accept that alcohol is NOT your friend, given that on more than one occasion you've been unable to remember what you did after a night of binge drinking, not to mention violating your parole. Trust that if I had known you were on parole for shoplifting, I would NEVER have been interested in you in the first place.
You need to grow up. You need to accept your own faults, and you need to move on past this infantile ideal that people should be nice to each other, and not backstab each other, ESPECIALLY in the gay community. WAKE THE FUCK UP! We are ALL a bunch of conniving, backstabbing bitches who would knock you down to get to the next level if there was a fucking sandwich there, let alone something worth attaining.
Do I have faults of my own that I do not stand up to? Yes. It's what makes us human, the inability to accept undeniable facts about ourselves. To further prove my point, I am posting this to my LiveJournal instead of Myspace so that you have no ability to read it because you are my ONLY link to the Gay Community in Southern Oregon, and I cannot afford to lose that until I've made other friends and entrenched myself in it. Rest assured, at that time, you will be excised like a cancerous tumor.
I am not a nice person. You will know this eventually, and I hope I make you cry when you do.
-Sean
So note that because I have been ETERNALLY fucking patient with you is a sign that I cared for you at some point. Do not apologize to me for your behavior. Your apologies are hollow and meaningless, because I know you are not truly apologetic. You are doing what society deems that you do in order to be a morally correct human being. You are anything but.
And my reward for this is being lead on. Fantastic. You could have told me this when I invited you to spend Christmas with me and my family, where you, by the way, singlehandedly polished off a 40 dollar bottle of Rum. This was my first warning sign. You could have told me that you had no real interest in me when we went to the bar and you spent 40 dollars of MY money on booze. This should have been my SECOND warning, but no. I let this slide because I legitimately enjoyed spending time with you. Rest assured that this is no longer the case. You are a waste of my time, energy, and gasoline.
You give me all of this personal information about you, and the sadness you've endured in your life, and while I nod my assent, and say that I sympathize, internally I am laughing at your so called misfortune because in the grand scheme it means NOTHING to me. We have all endured hardships in our lives, and I can count on both hands people FAR more meaningful to me than you, some of whom I've actually never MET in person, who have worse things going on in their lives than you.
The hardships you are currently enduring are of your own making, not by some misfortune of divine design, or the plots of those surrounding you to make your life difficult. Everyone has problems. Fucking deal with them. That's what adults do. We don't make excuses, and place the blame on others. To steal a quote from a friend, we stand, with great conviction, throw our fist into the air, and exclaim "my bad." That's how we move on. WE ACCEPT OUR FAULTS!
Recently you have admitted to a few of yours. Good. I'm glad that you can accept that alcohol is NOT your friend, given that on more than one occasion you've been unable to remember what you did after a night of binge drinking, not to mention violating your parole. Trust that if I had known you were on parole for shoplifting, I would NEVER have been interested in you in the first place.
You need to grow up. You need to accept your own faults, and you need to move on past this infantile ideal that people should be nice to each other, and not backstab each other, ESPECIALLY in the gay community. WAKE THE FUCK UP! We are ALL a bunch of conniving, backstabbing bitches who would knock you down to get to the next level if there was a fucking sandwich there, let alone something worth attaining.
Do I have faults of my own that I do not stand up to? Yes. It's what makes us human, the inability to accept undeniable facts about ourselves. To further prove my point, I am posting this to my LiveJournal instead of Myspace so that you have no ability to read it because you are my ONLY link to the Gay Community in Southern Oregon, and I cannot afford to lose that until I've made other friends and entrenched myself in it. Rest assured, at that time, you will be excised like a cancerous tumor.
I am not a nice person. You will know this eventually, and I hope I make you cry when you do.
-Sean