It's fucking psycho week!

Wow, so I thought I had reached my limit of psycho stalker fun for a good while, but I was wrong. Today I logged on to my myspace to find a message from my ex-ex-boyfriend, yes, the one I broke up with approximately 6 years ago. Luckily, I changed my picture after stalker #1 messaged me the other day, so he wasn't sure it was me (my screen name is Squeezy).

Here's the message:
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Hey there,

Im not sure if this is who I think it is. Im taking a wild guess from the Akron location and hoping its (Cunt First Name, Cunt Last Name). If it is not sorry to bug you, if it is (Cunt First Name) you know who this is and if you want to, get back to me. Id love to see how you are doing. If you dont want to well I guess dont respond or respond and say you dont want to be in contact.


Sorry this message is so rambling, Ill explain later if you want.

Hope I have the right person and hope to hear from you

Take care

(Douche ex bf First Name)
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Seriously? About a year and a half ago, he sent me multiple text messages and left many voicemails, telling me how sick he was, he was in the hospital, and didn't know what was going to happen. I texted a mutual friend to make sure it wasn't a complete lie, and it was true, he had been in the hospital for quite some time. So, for all I knew, he might die. I still did not call him. Why? Because he is a complete leech on society. He has never contributed anything useful to any person or place. All he wants is someone to fucking feel sorry for him. Apparently the rest of the people he knows aren't showing him enough pity and he's hoping I still care enough to baby him with phone calls and loving messages to show him I'm thinking about him. Fuck that.

The last time I saw him was Christmas of 2005. I should not have agreed to hang out with him, but I was feeling gay Christmas nostalgia and hanging out with high school people. He pulled out some pictures of some chick he was currently friends with (but not dating?) then talked about all "the old times". Like, before I was conscious of what it means to be a useful human being. You know who has an excuse for never accomplishing anything in life? Quadriplegics. The guy who wrote "The Diving Bell and The Butterfly" could only blink one eye. And he wrote a book! He had a great excuse to never do anything again, and he still did something. My ex-ex-bf has no excuse whatsoever. He's just a lazy sack of shit. He's started at least 3 different school programs and dropped out of all of them, and has never held even a part time job for more than a few weeks, as far as I know. That's 28 years of absolutely nothing.

"I'll explain later" means, "There's a reason that you should feel sorry for me, please let me tell you why." No thanks. If I felt like being lied to I'd watch Fox news. To reminisce over my ex-bf's drama-queen antics, please visit: clink.

I could go on for hours, but my blood pressure is already elevated. I am soooo glad I am past the point in my life where I purposely interact with psycho men. Not too far past it, but past it nonetheless.