Dear C

I think you have grown a bit better in the past months, you have let what was left of your heart shrivel up and now you are nothing but an empty shell, and you are trying to occupy this shell with the pain you cause other people, oh you are such a cynical man, although can i even call you a man? although you have reached the age at which one should be called a man, you show the maturity of an eleven year old, and I look down on you for that. You are not a nice person to talk to, although in saying that you never much were, and I cannot imagine that your company would be any less than torture. You used to be nice, although even when you were nice to me you treated me more as a disposable item than a lover. I do not know what it is but there is just something about you that really repulses me about you, and you are no one i want in my life, believe me. You truly have out done your self C, I hope you live a happy and fulfilled life, feeding off the misery of others like some kind of sick animal. I loath you.