Sometimes I get very angry when I see you, or when I think about you I become furious. You treated me like shit for no reason at all, and the worst part about it is that I can never know why – I can guess, speculate on why – but I’ll never know. I’ll never know because you will never tell me. I consider you the worst human being I’ve met. Of course I am not looking at things from your perspective, you probably thought I was just like every other man whore out there, which tells me you go on a long list of people who perceive me as someone I am not (and because I am not who you perceive me to be, you don’t know how to deal with it, and ignore me). I have no respect for you because you did not respect me, and whenever I see you you act as if you have never met me before. You are immature, and the bag of hairy balls you’re with now deserves that disrespectful, spiteful, manipulative lady.
