Dear... Ex Boyfriend
I know you don't love me anymore.
It's just so unfair. The sweet guy I met at the mental facility who used to be so cute and innocent is completely gone. I turned him into a monstrous skirt hunter. Thank the eternal fields that you'll never know I sent you this.
Truth is, I don't wanna love you anymore. I don't want to torture myself with the feeling you're holding a better version of me. Maybe I was too fat, ugly and crazy to you. I'm legitimately afraid of you now. I don't want you to see me. I don't want you to notice me. I don't want you to come anywhere near me. You're scaring me with all your manipulative mental games. 'Hive mind'? That word is creeping me out right now. Because it used to be a wish of yours that was almost impossible to fulfill. You wanted to know my every move, my thoughts, my secrets. I don't think I want to be read as much as you read me. I don't want to be your 'relaxation toy'. I don't want to be your 'superficial ex girlfriend'. I don't want to be dumb and ugly anymore.
You did nothing but hurt me. Told me I was a sociopath. Well congrats. I fear you more than I did my parents back when I was young. You'll never be able to unmask me now because you don't visit this site. Truth is, you were the problem. I know I have Stockholm Syndrome, and I want to get rid of it. ASAP.
By the way, no one calls my ultimate celeb crush a f**. He's so much more than someone who isn't straight. He'll be more of a man than you'll ever be. He's got dignity. He's sweet. You two aren't the same. You're a freak. You're nothing but a mental killer. You don't deserve love. You don't deserve the welcome my parents gave to you. You sir, are not enough. Your music taste is horrible, you do nothing but manipulate and dictate people and you gave good girls false hopes. All the girls you must've dated in between must've been total b*mb**.
You ruined my old high school for me simply by going there. You're uglier than an avenger. If I ever were to pass you by, the first thing i'll do, is run. Run as fast as I can. You don't understand me. We too are not the same person. You haven't been what I've been through in high school. Good luck f***ing sluts in college. You'll be crushed. You'll be heartbroken. See you in the news when you've crossed the line of harassing women.