Archive for August, 2011

You use being a “guy” as an excuse for everything, rather than admitting you’re a chicken shit.

Aug 31, 2011 - No Comments

You wanted me to take meds that would make me impotent. You said “I don’t care if you are impotent.” Well I sure as hell care!!!!!

Aug 31, 2011 - No Comments

Small breasted women should not wear sports bras.

Aug 31, 2011 - No Comments

My bipolar disorder and your borderline personality disorder just didn’t coexist happily.

Aug 31, 2011 - No Comments

I hate you. No, I love you. No, I was right the first time: I hate you.

Aug 30, 2011 - No Comments

You were a constant noise in my head. Even when I was alone there was a buzz of whining bitchiness. Now you are gone and so is the noise…

Aug 30, 2011 - No Comments

Every time you turned your back I gave you the finger.

Aug 30, 2011 - No Comments

You kept saying “You hate me!” And I kept saying “I don’t hate you, I love you!” Well you know what? You were right. I do hate you.

Aug 29, 2011 - No Comments

You’ve never done me a favor without throwing it in my face later.

Aug 27, 2011 - No Comments

You use words like “Yummy” and “delish.”

Aug 27, 2011 - No Comments

You kept coming over to my house and screaming that I didn’t love you. Well it is hard to love someone who screams so much.

Aug 26, 2011 - No Comments

I got nervous every time you picked up a sharp knife.

Aug 26, 2011 - No Comments

You keep talking about your blog and what your blog is like and how you plan to describe each event in your blog. You even take notes about what you experience so that you can put it in your blog,. But your blog doesn’t exist. You don’t have a blog. I’m not sure you even know what a blog is.

Aug 25, 2011 - No Comments

You tried to put a keylogger on my computer.

Aug 25, 2011 - No Comments

Every two weeks you would drive three hours round trip to go to a beauty salon in the next state. And they would put some shit in your hair that would make me sick to my stomach.

Aug 24, 2011 - No Comments

You say supposebly.

Aug 24, 2011 - No Comments

I don’t mind you reading my email. There’s nothing interesting in there. What I mind is you being sneaky about it.

Aug 23, 2011 - No Comments

You’re a zumba instructor.

Aug 23, 2011 - No Comments

He wears tube socks.

Aug 23, 2011 - No Comments

You want to know what my problem is? It’s you asshole.

Aug 21, 2011 - No Comments

You had too many weird annoying habits.  You cant “close the lights”, you can however “shut the lights off.”  You can’t go “stand on-line.” It’s go “stand in line”.  You’re in college I shouldn’t have to explain this.

Aug 21, 2011 - No Comments

I think you wanted me to be the mother figure you never had…you were one sick fuck

Aug 21, 2011 - No Comments

You seemed like a good idea at the time, but in retrospect I can only say “What the heck was I thinking?? I must be a complete idiot!!!”

Aug 20, 2011 - No Comments

I wanted to break up a long time ago but you were holding my cat hostage.

Aug 19, 2011 - No Comments

All I ever heard was Don’t, Stop, Stop It, Quit… So I stopped.

Aug 19, 2011 - No Comments