Open Letter to the Pretentious Soul Sucking Bastard From Hell.

Hello, Pretentious Soul Sucking Bastard From Hell,

Boy, that's a long name, we'll just call you PSB for short, how about that? Oh, wait, why am I asking, because honestly I don't give a shit what you think.

So, it's been a year since you almost ruined my life. I hope that you're miserable and still living in your mommy's basement. It's certainly what you deserve. Actually, you deserve worse, so I hope karma finally caught up with you, you lying asshole.

How have I been? Fan-fucking-tastic. I'm dating someone who loves me for me and doesn't call me fat or try to hurt me. That was you by the way, in case you suddenly developed amnesia like you did every single fucking time you did it. I still hate you. That I can't shake. I wish I could, but it's like a cancer, I've been in remission for a while now, but every once in a while I have a relapse of simple and complete hatred. You've been gone an entire year now, and about this time last year I was a suicidal mess, thank you for that. It proved to me that I am stronger without you, or anyone for that matter. I still need people (Spidey, I love you), but I'm strong and resilient and I don't take anyone's shit, and that is all because of you, motherfucker.

You're pathetic, you know that, you alcoholic piece of shit? I hope by now you have driven off anyone you have ever loved, I'm pretty sure that you're capable of doing that as well. I'm pretty much convinced that you're a sociopath and a lying sack of shit (also known as a compulsive liar), and you called me crazy? Take a look in the mirror, asshole, because that's the crazy one. Crazy people are the ones who like guns and lie about everything and hurt their girlfriends who they're taking advantage of by trying to live free off of them. Notice that I said trying, you only left when it became apparant that I wasn't going to let you live with me for free. God, I hate you.

I love my boyfriend. I'm happy. I have my painting. I have school. I have work. I'm a busy person, and this time it's not just to forget about you, but because I do things I love.

You on the otherhand, are probably still sitting on your sofa, writing pointless code and draining your parents dry of love and money. You are not capable of loving anyone but yourself. I'm glad that I've realized that, you fucking Narcissist.

It's been great not talking to you, let's do this more often.
sincerely,
the person that hates you most in the world, Hell's Belle