Yaz

I'm sorry you're upset about this situation, but I don't know why. I'm not upset because of you, any distress I experience I bring upon myself with my own stupidity. I honestly don't know why you think you have to apologise to me all the time. Why you feel so bad around me - tell me, what have you done that is so bad? You don't have to be this upset and invest so much in making things ok again. I completely understand that you consider me another filthy person, like Shane etc., and I really don't care. I'm not going anywhere. Even if I did disappear, think about it - I'm not one of your close friends, I'm not a person you care about deeply; I'm not Amy. Just because I live close to you and you got desperate enough to have sex with me a few times doesn't mean you owe me anything or need to apoloigise. I was complicit in this - a consenting adult. I'm not Kit. I don't want to be lumped into some group of girls you've managed to pick up that you lie to, cheat on and use to fill the time when you can't find anything better to do. So if there's anything you can do - it's not do this to me. Stop feeling so sorry for yourself and apologising to me. We both know what the situation is, we're not stupid. Go and reconnect with the love of your life. All the best.

haha i win.

I know you won't contact me. Ever again. It's sad. Your loss. Maybe. Mainly my loss I guess.

Why can't you just be a normal person and come back? Be normal damnit!

You'll call eventually. Just don't call unless you want me forever!

Please contact me. I am so lost without you.

Screw you, man. You are just the worst.

I am truly sorry. I do love you. Wish you'd come back. I'll never meet another like you. You're the best.

I have nothing more to say to you. You didn't destroy me, I wouldn't give you that. I don't care what happens to you, so long as you don't come back into my life.

I just hate you. That's all there is to it.

I don't know what to say anymore. You're not coming back and it kills me. Part of me hopes you'll fail miserably, and part of me wishes you the best. You have no idea, and you just don't care. I don't understand how you can't feel, but whatever. I'm over it. I will never speak to you or see you again.

You're just an insensitive pr*ck. I can't believe you. I hope you have a terrible weekend. I HOPE YOUR CHOOKS TURN INTO EMUS AND KICK YOUR DUNNY DOWN!!

Have fun on your holiday. I hope you didn't take another girl with you. How are the patches for your jacket? Please call me. Tonight or tomorrow night. Get really drunk. Call me. I know you will - I have a feeling. I know you'll at least think about it. Maybe. If you haven't forgotten me.

WHY WON'T YOU CALL ME?? WHY? boo...

Yeah I pretty much know you don't care anymore. Thanks for everything but-hole.

Had a dream about you last night. It was pretty boring, but nice. I wish you would call me or something. At least a drunken regretful text on Saturday night? I won't answer, but I need to know you still think of me.

I pray that you'll call me. I wouldn't answer, but at least I'd know you were thinking of me.

I know you're going on a trip this weekend, and you're leaving on Friday. The forecast for Friday says: Rain at all times. The rest of the weekend will be fine. I hope your feet get soaked on the way there, you have no spare shoes for the rest of the weekend, and you end up with trenchfoot.

You'd better hurry up and contact me. I feel like I'm getting better. I feel like one day, I'll be totally over you...

I can't believe how much I love a person who would dance so eagerly and delightedly on my grave.

I desperately want to talk to you. Just chat about my day - and how I'm progressing with 'things'. I'm working hard. I'm using all the tools at my disposal, so soon, I won't be a newt anymore. I'm doing really well, actually. But I still want you. I know you don't care. You'd probably be all like: whatever-I'm-happy-for-her one second, and forget the next.

You ruin my day every day. But I still don't get it. I still don't know if you're genuine or just a colossal a$$ hat.

Oh yah - you know when I said your hair cut made you look like a peeled egg, and then I took it back? Well, I meant it - your haircut looks super stupid. Seriously, stop letting your Mum cut your hair.

You are a coward. You wanted to leave me 6 months into the relationship, and you didn't say anything. You let it go on and on. You let me believe you loved me. You are a liar. That girl at work reminded you what is was to be single. Then you didn't want me. You just used me up and threw me out. I hate you. I really, really hate you. I think I might be over you. Get out of my head you a$$hole.

I just don't understand. I really don't mean anything to you. It's so hard to get that. I know it, but it doesn't gel with my system. I never needed you. I wanted you. But you don't want me. You definitely don't need me. I am going to 'get it' eventually. I have to, or else I live with the pain of you for my lifetime. I hate you for doing this to me. Leaving me wondering. Why couldn't you just be honest? I thought you were a person of strong moral. Maybe I was wrong. I know that when it ended with your best friend, you were nice to him. Afterward, you said you'd never contact him again because he was a c***. That's what happened to you and me, wasn't it? You were nice, and then went and badmouthed me all over town. You told everyone I wasn't worth your time, just like your best friend. You're just too much of a coward to be honest with anyone.