I think it's odd my ex contacted me just prior to Yom Kippur. He wanted to see me, but I can't. The pull is too great and I have been thinking of him every day. I fear seeing him would suck me back in. He has writings for me, he said. Well fuck your writings. I wanted you, not your shitty words, not your shitty songs. Remember when I said by the time you realized what you've done it will be too late? That time has come. I have another now. My life is much better and I have moved on and I don't want you to fuck up the life I built in your absence. I BET you want in on this. I BET you've seen the photos and want connections to this world and my friends and accomplishments. Nope. I deleted the shit out of your number months ago. So get over it, as you might say. Just leave me the hell alone. I have no need for you anymore. Goodbye, again, ex lover.
5:06 p.m. - 2012-09-26