The letter I will never send to the asshole....
Dear Damen,
Where do I ever begin? Ever since you came into my life on March 17, 2003, my life has been in turmoil. I was home last weekend and was going through my computer, and I came across all of our old convos when we first met. When you actually liked me and wanted me around. You we're so nice to me back then. Never told me to shut-up or that i was dumb. Just to read that makes me sick...I wish there was some kinda warning for the months ahead.
I know everything now. I know how you cheated on me this summer when we we're still together, I know how you were still calling her, e-mailing her, begging for her to come back up until the very day we broke up, and you still are, except the best part is, SHE DOESN'T WANT YOU...get over it loser.
If you never liked me, and you wanted her back the whole time why did you come back to me? It makes no sense. You could have had her back at one point, and you stayed with me. To sit here and think about all the times you bashed her, told me that I completed you, that you connected with me like you never connected with another person is just bullshit. That is all you are, straight up bullshit.
I fucking bent over backwards for you. Drove out to Olean every weekend you were home, sometimes 3 or 4 times a week to pick you up from work, drive you around Olean, pick you up in Ithaca, take you to your DWI treatment shit. I was always there for you. You were never there for me. Yeah, big deal, you came to the Tralf twice to see me sing, I bet you were prolly calling her when you went to the bathroom, or when I was on stage.
I sit here and think about all the things we did...Both my Tralf shows, when we went to Geneseo, your DWI, St. Patricks Day, Hot Dog Day, this summer when I came up, All the times you came here, The weekend your parents went outta town, Oktoberfest, golfing, the last weekend you were here before you moved, when i came to Fla, Christmas, New Years, mini-golf, the Lightning game, going out to dinner, lunch, movies, the hot tub, Ybor..whatever. It means nothing now. You were thinking of her the whole time and wishing I was her.
It makes me sick all the times you looked right into my eyes and told me you loved me. The way you used to brush my hair outta my face, stop, put both your hands on my shoulders and made sure i looked right at you. i wanna puke. All the times you were drunk and you would call me and pour your heart out to me. When you tell me it would be ok. Shame on me for kissing you with my eyes shut so tight.
You have put my life and personal health in jeopardy. I hate you for this. You have cost me a lot of money to stay healthy, and this is something I have to worry about for the rest of my life.
I hope nothing ever goes right for you. In my eyes, you have already failed. Failed at me, failed at brianna, failed at school, everything. I hope nothing ever goes right for you, and you live miserably. I hate you.
Where do I ever begin? Ever since you came into my life on March 17, 2003, my life has been in turmoil. I was home last weekend and was going through my computer, and I came across all of our old convos when we first met. When you actually liked me and wanted me around. You we're so nice to me back then. Never told me to shut-up or that i was dumb. Just to read that makes me sick...I wish there was some kinda warning for the months ahead.
I know everything now. I know how you cheated on me this summer when we we're still together, I know how you were still calling her, e-mailing her, begging for her to come back up until the very day we broke up, and you still are, except the best part is, SHE DOESN'T WANT YOU...get over it loser.
If you never liked me, and you wanted her back the whole time why did you come back to me? It makes no sense. You could have had her back at one point, and you stayed with me. To sit here and think about all the times you bashed her, told me that I completed you, that you connected with me like you never connected with another person is just bullshit. That is all you are, straight up bullshit.
I fucking bent over backwards for you. Drove out to Olean every weekend you were home, sometimes 3 or 4 times a week to pick you up from work, drive you around Olean, pick you up in Ithaca, take you to your DWI treatment shit. I was always there for you. You were never there for me. Yeah, big deal, you came to the Tralf twice to see me sing, I bet you were prolly calling her when you went to the bathroom, or when I was on stage.
I sit here and think about all the things we did...Both my Tralf shows, when we went to Geneseo, your DWI, St. Patricks Day, Hot Dog Day, this summer when I came up, All the times you came here, The weekend your parents went outta town, Oktoberfest, golfing, the last weekend you were here before you moved, when i came to Fla, Christmas, New Years, mini-golf, the Lightning game, going out to dinner, lunch, movies, the hot tub, Ybor..whatever. It means nothing now. You were thinking of her the whole time and wishing I was her.
It makes me sick all the times you looked right into my eyes and told me you loved me. The way you used to brush my hair outta my face, stop, put both your hands on my shoulders and made sure i looked right at you. i wanna puke. All the times you were drunk and you would call me and pour your heart out to me. When you tell me it would be ok. Shame on me for kissing you with my eyes shut so tight.
You have put my life and personal health in jeopardy. I hate you for this. You have cost me a lot of money to stay healthy, and this is something I have to worry about for the rest of my life.
I hope nothing ever goes right for you. In my eyes, you have already failed. Failed at me, failed at brianna, failed at school, everything. I hope nothing ever goes right for you, and you live miserably. I hate you.