Fucking Faggot.

I can't stand the sight of you.
You make me SICK to my stomach.

Tonight, was the last night you'll ever see me.
And i was considering talking to you?
To see what you had to say?
I think NOT.
You are a pathetic, low life that needs to just go away.

When you opened the door, you didn't even know who i was.
YOU DIDN'T EVEN KNOW WHO I WAS.
We were SO close, and you FORGOT ABOUT ME.
Because you were so high.
Nice xanax huh? Having fun taking 5 at a time, yes?

"
Xanax, a prescription medication, can prove to be physically and emotionally addictive. Prescribed for the treatment of anxiety disorders, there is a tendency for people to abuse this medication. Once Xanax abuse begins, side effects begin to show. These side effects may include:

■Muscle cramps CHECK
■Nausea CHECK
■Diarrhea
■Drowsiness CHECK
■Lack of coordination CHECK CHECK CHECK.
■Loss of appetite CHECKKKK.
■Loss of concentration CHECK CHECK CHECK. YOU FORGOT WHO I WAS. AND WHO YOU WERE. AND WHERE YOU WERE.
■Slurred speech CHECKKK. You couldn't even put a SENTENCE TOGETHER.
"

"•difficulty concentrating CHECKK.
•"floating" or disconnected sensation CHECKKK.
•depressed heartbeat
•depressed breathing
•excessive sleep and sleepiness CHECKKKK.
•mental confusion and memory loss CHECKCHECKCHECKCHECKCHECK."

Don't you EVER lay your hands on me again.
When i say no, i fucking mean no.
When i'm pushing you away,
DO NOT KEEP TRYING.
You're lucky i didn't knee you in the balls.
Then after you said when i was upset about you touching me
"are you fucking serious?"
"are you fucking serious!"

Well.. are you fucking serious?
Why would i want a hug from someone as pathetic as you.

If you EVER touch me again, i'll rip out your dick.
If you EVER talk to me like that again, i'll slit your throat.
If you EVER come near me ever again, you're life will be over.
If you EVER talk about me again, i'll make you eat your own tongue.

You need help.
You need to go away.
You are hurting EVERYONE around you.
Seeing you high as fuck tonight, made me hate you even more.
The things you said to me, are unforgiveable.


Next time i ask you to get out of my car,
you do it.
i don't care if you're high and "not feeling well"
you fucking get out.
and you DAMN WELL KNOW
the only fucking reason
i didn't pull your ass out of the car,
BECAUSE I COULD. SINCE YOU WERE SO HIGH.
is because of stephen.
there is NO OTHER REASON why i didn't punch your lights out.
i wanted to pull you out of my car, kick you in the balls, punch you till you fell, and leave you there. high. in the dark. and alone. WHERE YOU SHOULD BE.

I'm glad you're going to jail.
BETTER GET USED TO BEING IN A JAIL CELL.
And sleeping alone, you faggot.
I hope you get AIDS.

I better never see your face again, or apparently that will be the last day of your life. And you better bet your ass i can take your dirty mexican self.
Fucking low life.
You're 33 years old.
WHY DON'T YOU HAVE TO TOGETHER YET.
You make me sick.


I hope your other half realizes that you need to go.
he knows.
he just feels bad for you.
he is smart.
and when you go to jail,
it's all over HUNNIE.
i'll do WHATEVER IT TAKES,
to make him leave you.

You are going to pull him down with you.
And i won't allow that.

I haven't ever admitted that i've hated anyone.
But, i truly hate you.
And to think, i was one of your best friends.
I trusted you with my life.
I don't trust ANYONE.
And i won't, ever again.
I won't make that same mistake.

You were right about one thing.
I am messed up.
BECAUSE I PUT UP WITH YOUR SHIT
LONG ENOUGH.
AND IT'S OVER.
I made excuses.
I believed YOU instead OF MY BEST FRIEND.
I will never do that again.

You have lied to him.
You have lied to me.
Directly to my face.
You hide behind this false personality you have.
You put on an act.
It only lasts so long, eh?
You make him feel like shit.
Do you even know that?
You make him feel so bad about himself.
And all i want to do is punch you.
And what i witnessed today..
means that you are no longer even there.
you are just a body.
you're not there anymore.
and i hate that.
not because i feel for you,
but because it's hurting him, so very bad.
you're going to ruin him.
he's strong.
but not strong enough, why don't you just stop.
i can get over it.
i wasn't in love with you.
but him?
i don't know.
i wish i could just slap some sense into you.
but you're gone.
you're lost.
you're not coming back.
you're just a body.

You are nothing.
And when you go away,
life will be a lot better.


I feel a lot better after writing this.
=)
thanks for the inspiration, old man.






UPDATE : he took 37 pills, within two days. you do the math.