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“You are selfish and ruthless!”
I wondered how much bullshit I was going to have to put up with in order to make him agree to my apology.
“Besides the fact that you’ve spent the entire time we’ve known one another stringing me along. It’s always hot and cold with you, always. One minute you can’t live without me, the next I don’t hear from you for weeks. I’m done.”
“Done?”
“Fuck you Vanessa!”
About 2 years go by and I get a cryptic late night email from him a few months ago.
“I just thought I’d let you know I wrote a song about you. It’s about a girl who is entirely incapable of giving a shit about anyone other than herself. She comes to a tragic end. Welp, just thought I’d let you know that you’ve been a creative inspiration.
Ta
XXXX”
If the pansy jerk-off ever goes anywhere with his lame music, I want some credit. I want to be credited in the liner notes as The girl who made me so angry I finally wrote a good song. But if that is too much to ask then how about some general courtesy? If you are going to write a hateful song about me and then tell me about it, at least send me the song.
What’s the point in writing this? I guess because I was cleaning out my hotmail account that I’ve had for a long time and came across some of our emails. As I read them I became a little nostalgic. He was a nice guy, fair enough, but his ego was enormous. Like a billowing air balloon. I find it fitting that he would want to become involved with someone like me: I am mutable and indecisive. To continue on with being fair, how could he have known, but to be also just, that’s the sort of person he was. We were two people on similar relationship projectiles-no where long standing. We were never dating exclusively.
I wondered how much bullshit I was going to have to put up with in order to make him agree to my apology.
“Besides the fact that you’ve spent the entire time we’ve known one another stringing me along. It’s always hot and cold with you, always. One minute you can’t live without me, the next I don’t hear from you for weeks. I’m done.”
“Done?”
“Fuck you Vanessa!”
About 2 years go by and I get a cryptic late night email from him a few months ago.
“I just thought I’d let you know I wrote a song about you. It’s about a girl who is entirely incapable of giving a shit about anyone other than herself. She comes to a tragic end. Welp, just thought I’d let you know that you’ve been a creative inspiration.
Ta
XXXX”
If the pansy jerk-off ever goes anywhere with his lame music, I want some credit. I want to be credited in the liner notes as The girl who made me so angry I finally wrote a good song. But if that is too much to ask then how about some general courtesy? If you are going to write a hateful song about me and then tell me about it, at least send me the song.
What’s the point in writing this? I guess because I was cleaning out my hotmail account that I’ve had for a long time and came across some of our emails. As I read them I became a little nostalgic. He was a nice guy, fair enough, but his ego was enormous. Like a billowing air balloon. I find it fitting that he would want to become involved with someone like me: I am mutable and indecisive. To continue on with being fair, how could he have known, but to be also just, that’s the sort of person he was. We were two people on similar relationship projectiles-no where long standing. We were never dating exclusively.