EAngEl
Bluelighter
I wasn't sure where to post this but it is something that has been on my mind. I even lost some sleep over it and I love to sleep. Don't fuck with my sleep~~Tangent~ How should I handle this one?! It is starting to get serious. Apparently I have no privacy.
THE OVERVIEW:
Ok, here is the quick history on this guy. We were "high school sweethearts", what ever that means. We survived nearly a year apart when I went overseas. Now we are at the same university. Things got bad towards the end and I finally ended it and moved on. That was in September 1999, I think. We tried being friends a few times but it didn't work. I think I felt like he was holding me down. So, I haven't spoken to him more than twice in the past 7 months, and that was because he called me for help on a project for some class.
Moving on to present day... I recieved this letter from him yesterday. It looks like he has been stalking me online and probably in 'real life' too. How should I handle this one?!?!? (~~~~>I have endured enough bad kharma from him in the past to get revenge now. Should I?)
THE E-MAIL:
Hey, I'm not going to waste time beating around the bush..... "You're a fucking idiot!" I wish you realized the depth of meaning behind this statement. All I can get through my mind at the moment is, Ouija boards, drugs, your friends, school, your family. All of it. You're a damn moron
to not realize any of what has gone on behind your back. And "Eangel" that's just sad. I read that name, and I laugh. For way too many reasons to count.
Ok, let's go back to the beginning. For a really really long time I have wanted to be your friend again. It kept me awake many a night. I was willing to let all of the animosity between us go and just try
to have a good time and be friends because I liked you. You were a fun person to be around. I got over our relationship sometime last summer and got used to the fact that you and I weren't going to date again, I was ok with that. But we both changed along the lines. In my "humble" opinion, I think I grew up. I focused on my job and my schoolwork, at the moment I have a 4.0 and I make about $600 a week. I may not sleep much, but hey, I think it's worth the sacrifice.
I got really scared about a week ago. I ran into your best friend at a party, she may have told you. She's been real nice to me lately, and I don't know if she means it. But I got scared because now I'm worried that I may run into you at one of my friend's parties because somewhere down the line we have mutual
friends. That terrifies me. I don't want to see you anymore. I wish I could forget I ever knew you and re-live, "my first" As great of a memory that was, it has been severely tainted, which bothers me immensly. Anyway,I'll level with you, which I'm sure a lot of people other than you will be mad at me for. Namely, your best friend. I have a litte story for you babe. When your other friend visited, she got real scared about the shit you were doing, apparently, your best friend had already been scared that you were a fucking coke addict. They came to me. Now, I may have done the dialing, but I was not the one who spoke. And I do believe your mother arrived in AZ the very next evening after I took your other friend to the airport. Since then I have tried to distance myself as much fron you as possible. I talk to her about once a week or so. Your best friend not quite as often, I run into her on campus from time to time.
I'll say it blatantly, even though you have already said it through your actions and responses, I don't want to see you or even hear your name ever again. But since that probably isn't possible, I'll do my best to ignore you. It upsets me b/c in HS I always thoguht you would have kicked my ass in the way of graduating and getting a good job and being successful. But shit, now I think of you as one of the people I laugh at as
I step on b/c I'll actually have a real education. I could keep going on about your idiocy but I'm tired and need to go to work in the morning to make money so I can be more successful than you. By the way, one of the
things that keeps me going at night during my all-nighters for school is knowing that as a result I will be way more successful that people like my sister, and unfortunatly now, you as well. Well, if you've made it this far in this e-mail I'm impressed, I'd have thought you wished me dead by know.
Whatever, it's not like your opinoon means much. Oh and by the way, someone
who was touching the Ouija board was moving it. Anyone who actually thinks
some "spirit" moved it to answer their questions, has an IQ that ranks
somewhere up around a crack addict. Oh wait, nevermind....... riiiight
CONCLUSION?:
I want to go running back to him now! Doesn't it just show how much he cares! The referances to the Ouiji board, and my activities are because he reads my posts on BL. I didn't know that before. So much for my privacy. My best friend is scared of him because he is so creepy but is nice to his face because that is the sort of person she is. We don't have any mutual friends now. He tries to befriend people I used to hang out with. The sad thing is I haven't really thought twice about him in the past year or so. I dont' see him, talk to him, have any contact with him. It was over with a long time ago and he keeps finding reasons to cling to me. I guess right now I am just screaming out for help because I'm a crack addict. I wish I was... then I wouldn't care about worthless people like this.
THE OVERVIEW:
Ok, here is the quick history on this guy. We were "high school sweethearts", what ever that means. We survived nearly a year apart when I went overseas. Now we are at the same university. Things got bad towards the end and I finally ended it and moved on. That was in September 1999, I think. We tried being friends a few times but it didn't work. I think I felt like he was holding me down. So, I haven't spoken to him more than twice in the past 7 months, and that was because he called me for help on a project for some class.
Moving on to present day... I recieved this letter from him yesterday. It looks like he has been stalking me online and probably in 'real life' too. How should I handle this one?!?!? (~~~~>I have endured enough bad kharma from him in the past to get revenge now. Should I?)
THE E-MAIL:
Hey, I'm not going to waste time beating around the bush..... "You're a fucking idiot!" I wish you realized the depth of meaning behind this statement. All I can get through my mind at the moment is, Ouija boards, drugs, your friends, school, your family. All of it. You're a damn moron
to not realize any of what has gone on behind your back. And "Eangel" that's just sad. I read that name, and I laugh. For way too many reasons to count.
Ok, let's go back to the beginning. For a really really long time I have wanted to be your friend again. It kept me awake many a night. I was willing to let all of the animosity between us go and just try
to have a good time and be friends because I liked you. You were a fun person to be around. I got over our relationship sometime last summer and got used to the fact that you and I weren't going to date again, I was ok with that. But we both changed along the lines. In my "humble" opinion, I think I grew up. I focused on my job and my schoolwork, at the moment I have a 4.0 and I make about $600 a week. I may not sleep much, but hey, I think it's worth the sacrifice.
I got really scared about a week ago. I ran into your best friend at a party, she may have told you. She's been real nice to me lately, and I don't know if she means it. But I got scared because now I'm worried that I may run into you at one of my friend's parties because somewhere down the line we have mutual
friends. That terrifies me. I don't want to see you anymore. I wish I could forget I ever knew you and re-live, "my first" As great of a memory that was, it has been severely tainted, which bothers me immensly. Anyway,I'll level with you, which I'm sure a lot of people other than you will be mad at me for. Namely, your best friend. I have a litte story for you babe. When your other friend visited, she got real scared about the shit you were doing, apparently, your best friend had already been scared that you were a fucking coke addict. They came to me. Now, I may have done the dialing, but I was not the one who spoke. And I do believe your mother arrived in AZ the very next evening after I took your other friend to the airport. Since then I have tried to distance myself as much fron you as possible. I talk to her about once a week or so. Your best friend not quite as often, I run into her on campus from time to time.
I'll say it blatantly, even though you have already said it through your actions and responses, I don't want to see you or even hear your name ever again. But since that probably isn't possible, I'll do my best to ignore you. It upsets me b/c in HS I always thoguht you would have kicked my ass in the way of graduating and getting a good job and being successful. But shit, now I think of you as one of the people I laugh at as
I step on b/c I'll actually have a real education. I could keep going on about your idiocy but I'm tired and need to go to work in the morning to make money so I can be more successful than you. By the way, one of the
things that keeps me going at night during my all-nighters for school is knowing that as a result I will be way more successful that people like my sister, and unfortunatly now, you as well. Well, if you've made it this far in this e-mail I'm impressed, I'd have thought you wished me dead by know.
Whatever, it's not like your opinoon means much. Oh and by the way, someone
who was touching the Ouija board was moving it. Anyone who actually thinks
some "spirit" moved it to answer their questions, has an IQ that ranks
somewhere up around a crack addict. Oh wait, nevermind....... riiiight
CONCLUSION?:
I want to go running back to him now! Doesn't it just show how much he cares! The referances to the Ouiji board, and my activities are because he reads my posts on BL. I didn't know that before. So much for my privacy. My best friend is scared of him because he is so creepy but is nice to his face because that is the sort of person she is. We don't have any mutual friends now. He tries to befriend people I used to hang out with. The sad thing is I haven't really thought twice about him in the past year or so. I dont' see him, talk to him, have any contact with him. It was over with a long time ago and he keeps finding reasons to cling to me. I guess right now I am just screaming out for help because I'm a crack addict. I wish I was... then I wouldn't care about worthless people like this.
