My asshole stalker EX
OMFG. My EX sent me a Christmas present!! What the actual fuck?! Two Christmas presents actually. I opened the first one, not realizing who it was from. It was a hat with a card, in which he actually had the audacity to address me by his pet name for me. He wished me a merry Christmas and enclosed his phone number and email address, saying that he'd love to hear from me, and letting me know that he is well. What in god's name?! Why is he sending me shit like nothing ever happened?! Why is he addressing me like we're still going out?! And for your information, I don't give a flying fuck about how you're doing. I don't give rat's ass if you're miserable. In fact, I hope to god you are.
Oh, and on the front of the card, it says, "Lucky me, knowing you." You don't know me. You may like to think you do, but the person I was when we were together no longer exists. I've grown up and I've moved on. No longer am I going allow myself to be pulled back in with your garbage. And...it's funny. So you think that you're lucky because you knew me once upon a time? Tough shit, because you blew it. You should have thought of that before you cheated among other things.
I wish I had taken extra time to think about who it could be from. I actually suspected it might be from him, because I thought it looked like his writing on the address label, but why would he be sending me anything? We haven't spoken in well over eight years, by my choice. I've sent back all of his mail unopened (he wised up to that at least and stopped putting his name on the return address label), I haven't taken any of his calls, and I've deleted the old email address I used when we were together. You'd think he'd get the fucking point by now. If I wanted to talk to you, I would have.
Unfortunately, I suppose this means that he's out of jail. Just wonderful. He'd contacted me a few times while he was still incarcerated, but the last time was over three years ago now. I dreaded him ever getting out of prison, because I suspected he might go all out trying to contact me again. And here we are. Which is a very bad thing. You seriously do not want this person walking the streets. I am honestly beginning to fear for my safety if he is.
The package I opened is in the garbage and the second is being sent back unopened. Unfortunately, you can't have mail returned once it's been opened. But that's where his shit belongs - in the garbage - and that's where anything else he sends me is going to end up if I happen to open it.
Listen, asshole, don't waste your money, okay? Don't waste your time. I don't wish to hear from you ever again. I don't want to get presents from you. I am done with you. I have been for a long time. How dare you take it upon yourself to address me and to send me gifts like we're still together? I have no idea if you're deluded to the fact that I would want to hear from you, or if you're just downright insane. LEAVE ME ALONE. Jesus H. Christ.
You know, I have to wonder if he's been calling me. My dad said that a man called and asked for me a couple days ago. When my dad asked who it was, the guy said "Joe Smith" or something really generic sounding. I assumed it was a telemarketer, so I didn't take it. The call is simply listed as being from the city, which is where his mail came from. And I've been getting more and more calls from this number, but I just let them go to the machine. It doesn't match the number he gave me in his card, but you never know. No message is ever left, so it might or might not be from him. I kind of wish I had taken the call so I could have told him to fuck off. I don't know if it was him though. I might just be jumping to conclusions.
I don't know. I just know that I want him to LEAVE ME ALONE. What the hell else do I have to do to get my point across? Restraining order time, I think. Especially since this does scare me very much. Just, why me? Why do I have to end up with the weirdo stalker EX that doesn't take the hint? And he always happens to do this whenever I'm in a really good mood. I swear to god he must have some kind of radar. I had such a wonderful Christmas, and leave it up to him to do something to ruin it my good mood.
Has it not been long enough? You'd think eight years without me returning any of your calls or letters would be enough. I've moved on, and you need to do the same. I'm very much infatuated with someone else (I don't think I could call it love, even though I would like to), and I feel nothing for you but hatred. And sickness. Whenever I hear from you, I feel sick to my stomach, like it's tied in knots. There could never be anything between us ever again. EVER. Not even friendship. Not after what you've done. I trust you about as far as I could sling a piano, and I could never be with someone I do not trust. Nor could I ever even be friends with someone I do not trust. It's OVER. It has been for a long time. MOVE ON WITH YOUR LIFE.
And the song I'm listening to? Yeah, that's very much for you. Listen to it.
We Are Never Ever Getting Back Together by Taylor Swift
I remember when we broke up the first time,
Saying, "This is it, I've had enough."
'Cause like, we hadn't seen each other in a month,
When you said you needed space. What?
Then you come around again and say,
"Baby, I miss you, and I swear I'm gonna change, trust me."
Remember how that lasted for a day?
I say, "I hate you," we break up, you call me, "I love you."
We called it off again last night,
But this time I'm telling you, I'm telling you.
We are never ever, ever getting back together,
We are never ever, ever getting back together.
You go talk to your friends, talk to my friends, talk to me,
But we are never ever, ever, ever getting back together.
Like ever.
I'm really gonna miss you picking fights,
And me falling for it, screaming that I'm right.
And you would hide away and find your peace of mind,
With some indie record that's much cooler than mine.
You called me up again tonight,
But this time I'm telling you, I'm telling you.
We are never, ever, ever getting back together,
We are never, ever, ever getting back together.
You go talk to your friends, talk to my friends, talk to me,
But we are never, ever, ever, ever getting back together.
I used to think that we were forever ever,
And I used to say, "Never say never."
So he calls me up and he's like, "I still love you,"
And I'm like, "I just...I mean this is exhausting, you know?
Like we are never getting back together. Like, ever."
No!
We are never, ever, ever getting back together,
We are never, ever, ever getting back together.
You go talk to your friends, talk to my friends, talk to me,
But we are never, ever, ever, ever getting back together.
You go talk to your friends, talk to my friends, talk to me,
But we are never, ever, ever, ever getting back together.
Oh, and on the front of the card, it says, "Lucky me, knowing you." You don't know me. You may like to think you do, but the person I was when we were together no longer exists. I've grown up and I've moved on. No longer am I going allow myself to be pulled back in with your garbage. And...it's funny. So you think that you're lucky because you knew me once upon a time? Tough shit, because you blew it. You should have thought of that before you cheated among other things.
I wish I had taken extra time to think about who it could be from. I actually suspected it might be from him, because I thought it looked like his writing on the address label, but why would he be sending me anything? We haven't spoken in well over eight years, by my choice. I've sent back all of his mail unopened (he wised up to that at least and stopped putting his name on the return address label), I haven't taken any of his calls, and I've deleted the old email address I used when we were together. You'd think he'd get the fucking point by now. If I wanted to talk to you, I would have.
Unfortunately, I suppose this means that he's out of jail. Just wonderful. He'd contacted me a few times while he was still incarcerated, but the last time was over three years ago now. I dreaded him ever getting out of prison, because I suspected he might go all out trying to contact me again. And here we are. Which is a very bad thing. You seriously do not want this person walking the streets. I am honestly beginning to fear for my safety if he is.
The package I opened is in the garbage and the second is being sent back unopened. Unfortunately, you can't have mail returned once it's been opened. But that's where his shit belongs - in the garbage - and that's where anything else he sends me is going to end up if I happen to open it.
Listen, asshole, don't waste your money, okay? Don't waste your time. I don't wish to hear from you ever again. I don't want to get presents from you. I am done with you. I have been for a long time. How dare you take it upon yourself to address me and to send me gifts like we're still together? I have no idea if you're deluded to the fact that I would want to hear from you, or if you're just downright insane. LEAVE ME ALONE. Jesus H. Christ.
You know, I have to wonder if he's been calling me. My dad said that a man called and asked for me a couple days ago. When my dad asked who it was, the guy said "Joe Smith" or something really generic sounding. I assumed it was a telemarketer, so I didn't take it. The call is simply listed as being from the city, which is where his mail came from. And I've been getting more and more calls from this number, but I just let them go to the machine. It doesn't match the number he gave me in his card, but you never know. No message is ever left, so it might or might not be from him. I kind of wish I had taken the call so I could have told him to fuck off. I don't know if it was him though. I might just be jumping to conclusions.
I don't know. I just know that I want him to LEAVE ME ALONE. What the hell else do I have to do to get my point across? Restraining order time, I think. Especially since this does scare me very much. Just, why me? Why do I have to end up with the weirdo stalker EX that doesn't take the hint? And he always happens to do this whenever I'm in a really good mood. I swear to god he must have some kind of radar. I had such a wonderful Christmas, and leave it up to him to do something to ruin it my good mood.
Has it not been long enough? You'd think eight years without me returning any of your calls or letters would be enough. I've moved on, and you need to do the same. I'm very much infatuated with someone else (I don't think I could call it love, even though I would like to), and I feel nothing for you but hatred. And sickness. Whenever I hear from you, I feel sick to my stomach, like it's tied in knots. There could never be anything between us ever again. EVER. Not even friendship. Not after what you've done. I trust you about as far as I could sling a piano, and I could never be with someone I do not trust. Nor could I ever even be friends with someone I do not trust. It's OVER. It has been for a long time. MOVE ON WITH YOUR LIFE.
And the song I'm listening to? Yeah, that's very much for you. Listen to it.
We Are Never Ever Getting Back Together by Taylor Swift
I remember when we broke up the first time,
Saying, "This is it, I've had enough."
'Cause like, we hadn't seen each other in a month,
When you said you needed space. What?
Then you come around again and say,
"Baby, I miss you, and I swear I'm gonna change, trust me."
Remember how that lasted for a day?
I say, "I hate you," we break up, you call me, "I love you."
We called it off again last night,
But this time I'm telling you, I'm telling you.
We are never ever, ever getting back together,
We are never ever, ever getting back together.
You go talk to your friends, talk to my friends, talk to me,
But we are never ever, ever, ever getting back together.
Like ever.
I'm really gonna miss you picking fights,
And me falling for it, screaming that I'm right.
And you would hide away and find your peace of mind,
With some indie record that's much cooler than mine.
You called me up again tonight,
But this time I'm telling you, I'm telling you.
We are never, ever, ever getting back together,
We are never, ever, ever getting back together.
You go talk to your friends, talk to my friends, talk to me,
But we are never, ever, ever, ever getting back together.
I used to think that we were forever ever,
And I used to say, "Never say never."
So he calls me up and he's like, "I still love you,"
And I'm like, "I just...I mean this is exhausting, you know?
Like we are never getting back together. Like, ever."
No!
We are never, ever, ever getting back together,
We are never, ever, ever getting back together.
You go talk to your friends, talk to my friends, talk to me,
But we are never, ever, ever, ever getting back together.
You go talk to your friends, talk to my friends, talk to me,
But we are never, ever, ever, ever getting back together.