Dear John/Jane ~ I can no longer see you because

*Coughs.* Sorry. Got serious for a second there and killed the thread. *Gets out the wood boards, nails and hammer.* I'll fix it, really! :(
 
look bitch. your snatch smells like dead rotting fish. i've asked you on several occasions to do something about it. but the smell has become so offensive i cant even enjoy a meal when you are around. i've even noticed several of my friends no longer wish to visit because they too are offended by your poon area. perhaps moving by a sulfur mine or a beer distilerry will draw attention away from your swamp ass snatch. i find your odor especially disturbing and im from jersey...what does that tell you.....
 
Dear Dickhead/Loser/No Hoper..

You're a fuckwit! You don't know a good woman when you see one. Go spend the rest of your life in the shower instead of taking a chance... it's what you fucking deserve!

You'll grow old on your own... but you won't have been hurt.. whoopee!!

Oh... btw.... learn how to be honest too... and consider how OTHER people may feel!

Then....FUCK OFF!!
 
KM, that sure beats, "I love you but I just can't do this."

Women out there Please PLEASE just tell us you don't love us. It hurts worse, but at least it's a hurt that goes away.
 
you guys sadden me.....

heres a chance to tell off that ex or current lover the way you've always wanted to and you all chicken out. please dont post flowery easy let downs. say whats on your mind. if im not mistaken its what this thread is for.
 
Some of us aren't ruled by spite. *Chuckles.* I'm sorry, AmishPope. I'm not. I learned a lot from it and, as much as it might feel good to freak out... I wouldn't. The topic isn't, "Bitch and swear and be a generally hateful human being - because it's not okay to have your emotions tempered with rational thought."

A thousand apologies. I'd surely write something more spiteful if I thought it'd do anything more than putting me in a very dark mood. :)
 
AzureAngel said:
Some of us aren't ruled by spite. *Chuckles.* I'm sorry, AmishPope. I'm not. I learned a lot from it and, as much as it might feel good to freak out... I wouldn't. The topic isn't, "Bitch and swear and be a generally hateful human being - because it's not okay to have your emotions tempered with rational thought."

A thousand apologies. I'd surely write something more spiteful if I thought it'd do anything more than putting me in a very dark mood. :)


hmmm thats a different view. i dont think in some cases its spiteful. its just whats on your mind. i'm all for censoring myself in real life, being proper and polite and not hurting peoples feelings. but ive also learned the joy in finding a forum where i can say whatever the fuck i want at anytime. maybe thats why i got into acting. i find it an incredible stress reliever.

i mean c'mon. havent you ever been pissed off and wanted to say something really improper but you didnt because you wanted to be polite?
 
Dear "Jane",

I don't love you anymore. I haven't since September 7, when you broke up with me at 3:42 that afternoon. Then I looked back at our relationship and decided that you only wanted to marry me because I was your first. Well, you were my first, too. But I went against my better judgement and lied to you. Therefore, I can say that you cheated on me. You have had sex with three times as many people as I have. I must also let you know that, no, my brother still doesn't know that I know. Let me be, and let it be. What was will never be again.
 
Dear John,

Fuck you!!! I wish I never had but I was too blinded by your stupid idiotic words of love and I wanted to believe you.

I wanted to believe in the possibility and that you were the man you claimed to be rather than the small timid creature you are. I thought you were strong, as strong as me but I was wrong. You are weak willed, weak minded, you have weak character and are truly no match for me.

You wanted me to give up everything that I know to prove my love for you, I should not have to prove anything, my love stands on its own. I am glad I stood up to you, refusing to let you mow me down like a mere weed.

I wish I had never ventured into your field of sight and hopefully I never will again. I won't wish misfortune and sorrow on you, you can handle those alone.

Sincerely,

ME
 
Dear John,

You hurt me. You can say you're sorry, but I can't hear you anymore. Sorry doesn't mean anything when you've betrayed me. When you've betrayed our relationship. You promised to always be there for me, like I was always there for you. Swore we'd always be best friends, and I believed you. But when I needed you the most...you just walked away without a word.

My heart was being ripped in two, but not only by him...in some ways even more by you. He was my love. My lover. He was the light of my life, but I understood him. You were my best friend. We shared everything, you and I. And you just bailed on me. Like our relationship meant nothing. Like I meant nothing to you. Everything you and I had been through for over two years, just...gone.

And if you think that eight months later, after not one word from you, and after going through all that hell without you by my side, that I would still be the same person you once knew. Well, I'm not. I don't trust you anymore. How can I? You're not the person I thought you were. Not at all. Maybe I was just too close to really see you.

But I'll be okay. I've been without you both for eight months now, and I'm getting used to it. So yes, the best thing you can do is just...walk away. Again. I don't need you anymore.

Oh, and one more thing...stay out of my computer, jackass.
 
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Dear John

I can no longer let you see me because of how you make me feel. When I am around you, all I can think of is how to please you. Nothing else matters. I hated myself so long for that-----but I am stronger now, and I see that anything is better than being with you. I wish I would have been able to throw cow shit at you and your girlfriend, but all I had was that damn sandwich. Dont ever come to my door again. I'll always hate you.
 
AmishPope said:


i mean c'mon. havent you ever been pissed off and wanted to say something really improper but you didnt because you wanted to be polite?

*Laughs.* Actually. I have that in a notebook already... and in another journal somewhere... and screamed at a whole lot of other people. I wish I could be more excitin', but I flushed the bile out of me already.

Hmm. Maybe I can dig one up somewhere. :p
 
Aw, nevermind. *Laughs.* As cruel as I'd even -care- to get... that'd be for dear old Maria. And even with that....

I would smile ever so softly... "I know I'm not good enough for you. But that's how things go. I'll move on to some other girl... -certainly- not of -your- quality, but we'll be happy. I hope you will be, too - s'probably going to be hard since you're already turning into your mom, though." And then that 'sincerely' troubled, far away look... and a dramatic snap back into reality and the social smile. "Oh... well. See ya around."

The girl was terrified of being like her mom. She cried about it on a number of occasions. I could rant for hours with a billion curses, but it's a lot easier to push the big red button. 'Sides, it's really fun to see how pissed of people will get when they don't get a powerful reaction out of you. :p

Now. If this thread were, "How would you mutilate John/Jane..." Well then. THAT is another story. *Grins deviously.*
 
Hey fuckwad, bet you never believed that I'd tell did you? Well, I did. And now you're paying the price for it. I tried to tell you that you'd never break my spirit and you'd never own my soul but you were determined to try. You failed. Miserably. You took the love I had for you and turned into a prison to hold me to you. And then you just couldn't be satisfied with that, you had to move in on that lying psycho bitch from hell who probably had every disease with a name. I'll let you in on a little secret, you wanna know why I went away for those two weeks? I knew you would sleep with her the first chance you got. Especially with me out of the picture. And with her husband on that "business trip" you had his boss arrange. Wanna know another secret? She told me long before I left what she was carrying...now do you understand why as soon as I came back from Florida I wouldn't have sex with you? Or why even before I left I wouldn't let you touch me? When I got back, I made sure I wasn't a carrier and then I left you. Alone. To deal with your problems. Maybe if you got off of mommy's coat tails you'd realize that you're a big boy now. But since you're so hung up on the "oh poor pity me, my mother married my father after she got pregnant and then found out he was gay and now my stepfather hates me" kick. Oh I do agree that he was a dick, but maybe the reason you couldn't get along is because you were exactly like him?! You were right about one thing, you need help. However, I do think you are really beyond it. Even after all you've done and all you've said, I do wish you well in life. However you choose to live it. But I do know that if you don't change with the world, you will be left behind. I'm not going to be left behind, I want to lead the pack. Can't deal with it? Too bad. Maybe if you pulled your head out of your ass long enough to see daylight, you might have a clue as to no one wants anything to do with you. Maybe then you'll change. But the only person who knows that is you. So deal with it.
 
Dear John,I can no longer see you;you're face is buried so far between my legs and my back is arched!:p
 
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I gave you my heart but you wanted my soul
Don't think twice it's alright

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Bindii said:


Why couldn't I have read this a few years ago when I really needed it?

I love you KM, you show soul in your writing.

Oh I wish. :(

This is what I really did say:

You're a clingy little bitch and spending even the barest instant with you makes me want to yank out my fingernails. I can't stand you, your ridiculous excuse for a penis, or the stupid things you're constantly telling me. Why don't you go someplace and kill yourself like you've been threatening to do for the last three weeks before I help you?

Thankfully he didn't listen to me and moved on.
 
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