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it's not me, it's you..
I really fucking hate you. There are no words for how much I fucking hate you. You have expanded my already vast capacity for hatred ten-fold.

You think I ruined your life? Good. I hope you do. I hope you lay awake at night wishing you'd never met me, because at least then we'd have something in common. Perhaps you've conveniently forgotten the fact that you were a convicted felon long before I even met you. I suppose that's my fault, too... and if I'm so fucking horrible, why do you keep coming back for more?? Why don't you leave me the hell alone like I've asked you (and a court of law ordered you) to?? Do you think I give a rat's fat fucking ass how you feel about me??? I'll help you out since you're obviously slow... the answer is NO.

I wish I could take credit for how fucked up your life is.. I would give anything to screw it up as much as you have. Unfortunately for me, you got there first.

Don't fucking call me, email me, come and leave stupid notes on my doorstep. I should have had your ass arrested and thrown in jail when you contacted me last year, violating the restraining order I had against you... that was your 2nd violation, which would have meant 30 days, minimum. I guess you forgot about that, too, huh? I could have ruined your life, (or what little was left of it after your many fuck-ups) but I chose to take the high road, to put bitterness aside and try to keep the peace. It's never enough for you... you take and take and take from me, and you know what? I'm all out of compassion for you.. I'm spent. There's nothing left, and you're pissed off because I didn't have a never-ending supply of patience for the landslide of bullshit you like to call your life.

As much as I'd like to see you six feet under, the best revenge is you living out this miserable existence you've carved out for yourself, seeing your actions come back to haunt you in the eyes of the children you neglected, in the absence of friends you betrayed, in the shadow of everyone you tried to be because you hate yourself as much as I hate you.