i give up on life, LSH.

life was difficult enough for a bastard like me. i came from worse than nothing, and made myself a life. i was decent and hard working. Until i had the misfortune of bumping into you princess.

yes u took everything from me and then skipped town back to seattle. you left me a broken shell of the man i used to be. estranged from family, isolated from friends, and the cheerful, helpful confident guy you met, has spent the last two plus years crying everyday, and now im sick and can’t care for myself. i’m pathetic and don’t even recognize myself anymore. i’ve been emotionally assaulted and left bleeding in a dark alley at your hand, and you won’t even answer the phone. i recently got word from your affair partner Phil, who said you had HIV. wtf! why did i hav to find out from him that your promiscuity finally caught up with you? i’m awaiting my second negative result, but fuck you. -j

you killed me as surely as if you had pulled a trigger. i hope your secret satan-worshipping ass at least gets a sticker, or I destroyed a good man- merit badge!