Love aint the answer, nor is work. The truth eludes me so much it hurts, but I'm still having fun and I guess that's the key,I'm a twentysomething and I'll keep bein' me

7.06.2008

Dear You,

For two thousand five hundred and fifty-five days my hatred for and dependence on you, replaced my blood. Or, at least, severely diluted my blood. This realization comes to me as I am re-navigating my own soul. My own thoughts are a new language that I am now having to learn to conjugate. Because I am no longer feeling the responsibility of saving you, I am allowed to write the following observation. In fact, this whole time, I should've been keeping a field journal of the your torrential cyclical self-destructive behavior.

You are the very definition of a monster.

Main Entry:
1mon·ster
Pronunciation:
\ˈmän(t)-stər\
Function:
noun
Etymology:
Middle English monstre, from Anglo-French, from Latin monstrum omen, monster, from monēre to warn — more at mind
Date:
14th century
1 a: an animal or plant of abnormal form or structure b: one who deviates from normal or acceptable behavior or character
2: a threatening force
3 a: an animal of strange or terrifying shape b: one unusually large for its kind
4: something monstrous; especially : a person of unnatural or extreme ugliness, deformity, wickedness, or cruelty
5: one that is highly successful


Enjoy your next flavor of the decade. When the chains you have bound her in are finally rusty enough for her to break free, refer her to me. I'll sponsor her. We'll compare lies, because I'm sure she never really knew you either.

You are going to be completely miserable for the rest of your life. You will torture anyone who has a gram of sentiment for you.

You know why? Because you are the scorpion and it is in your nature.


XXXOOO,
Your vindication

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