This post is directed towards the ex-girlfriend of one of my closest friends. She is not only one of the most annoying bitches I know, stalking my friend to the point she even sends him about 30 text messages a day although he ended their relationship approximately seven months ago, she can’t stand it when he talks to other people or even thinks about dating other girls.

In short, I think she’s a psycho bitch. I mean: I’ve read the text messages, I’ve read the mails, I’ve heard her on the telephone, my mate has called me when she suddenly arrived on his doorstep at 8 in the morning, without ever telling him she would show up. How the hell can you still classify any of those things as stuff a normal, sane person would do? Especially if it’s been seven bloody months!

Now, if he just broke up with you and you act a little freakish, then I’d get it. I mean, broken hearts do hurt. But honestly, can’t you just grow a little self-esteem, get a life and move on within the spawn of seven months? I don’t care that you still walk around with the teddybear he gave you, I don’t give a fuck if you still believe he is the love of your life and I couldn’t care less if it still makes you cry when he says you should leave him the fuck alone.

You want to know why I don’t care?

Because I think you’re freaking insane to spend this long obsessing over some dude who doesn’t want you anymore! Get over it already! He can’t be as perfect as you think he is, because he threats you like shit and doesn’t give a fuck about you. You are obsessing over the image you have in your mind, but that image is not real. The guy is ordinary, random, nothing to get so fucked up about. It makes me wonder if you really have no self-esteem what so ever, if you are so messed up and so weak that you want to lower yourself to the level of begging for him to take you back? He didn’t want you to begin with, but he sure as hell isn’t going to want you when you keep on begging and whining.

And then, on the mere occassions he does try to be friendly to you, you start getting pissed at him. Because he talks to his friends, because we sometimes laugh at you (hell, who wouldn’t?), because we’re cool and you’re not, because he likes going out and getting drunk and because he doesn’t want to come see you at the weekends. Of course the boy won’t do that! You scared him that much that he’s determined to stay as far away from you as possible. Oh, and all the text messages you sent involving so-called male friends who like you and give you presents or mysteriously kill themselves whenever it is convenient to you? Quit the crap. Even an idiot know you are simply playing the ho because you want your ex-boyfriend to get jealous; but your efforts simply make him think you’re pathetic.

But when he tells you to leave him alone because he’s at a restaurant having lunch with one of his closest friends, you still freak out, call about thirty times and sent approximately 50 text messages. I cannot help but wonder why. Do you really want to sound that pathetic, that needy and greedy, do you really think so low of yourself? It was because I felt sorry for you that I sent you that text message. Because I wanted you to grasp the fact that sometimes you have to let go, or you’ll destroy yourself. But I guess it was too late already.

All the thanks I got from my for my little word of advice, was a txt stating I am a bitch, should leave your boyfriend (wtf? dillusional!) alone, get out of his life, etc. Boy, did I want to give up on you right then. But I did this for the pride of the female race, because I don’t want us to look brainless and pathetic. So I told you to at least stop cutting yourself, go out with your friends and try to forget all about your ex-boyfriend because he’s not interested anyway. I tried to explain to you that there is more in life than a love lost.

Then I got accused of so many things that I am not even going to name them here. But one thing did struck me: you have had all those problems so you have the right to obsess over some kiddo who isn’t even worth obsessing about and you are so messed up inside all because of him? And I don’t know what it’s like to have issues because I have the perfect life? You, moron, don’t know a fuck about me. I know a hell of a lot more about you, because I’ve read it all. I’ve seen you develop from a jealous fucktard girlfriend (who he cheated on btw, yeh, grasp that, eh?) to a jealous fucktard non-girlfriend but obsessive stalker. I’ve seen you grow worse and worse over the months to the point you are now ready to enter an asylum, for all I care. But are you going to blame your downfall on the guy who wanted to let you of you before it was too late? Are you going to blame him for the fact you are a disgrace to the human race? Too weak to even take care of yourself? Too weak to even move on?

I don’t have a perfect life. Far from it. I have my own issues and troubles, but I’m never, never going to lower myself to your level and blame all of these issues on a guy. I’m never going to beg for love, because I already know that trick just doesn’t work. I find you pathetic and you have no one to blame for that but yourself. I’ve seen your picture and you’re not ugly, you can find yourself another guy who will give you the love and devotion you deserve, we all deserve. Then why do you want to hold on to something you can never get back? Why keep telling lies about how your friend kills himself, your other mate walked under a bus, your best friend got raped, etc. The pain you are feeling is no longer caused by this boy you obsess about, but by yourself. Even if he’d ever (he won’t though) take you back out of compassion or something, he will never love you and it won’t heal your pain. You have to do that on your own. But I fear for you, it’s already too late.

So yes, you can call me whatever you want, a whore, a slut, a bitch, and see if I care. I know you’re pathetic and I don’t even need to tell you.