Wtf. I met this guy online and we’ve been chatting for a little bit. But out of the blue he emails me the following email:
God damn… all efforts are worthless
I swear to god she does this shit on purpose
Guys are stay tryin to throw her purses
But all of em end up boxed up in hearses
Every single one of em are creepers or squares
Walking up behind her trying to sweep up her hairs
Haha. Yeah, Jesus prolly made her with silly putty
But even though Id never admit, her jokes are pretty funny
He took his precious time to mold her
Sitting there chillin with me like shes Scully to my Moulder
But you cant even touch her man
Shes hotter than a crimson red frying pan
And I laugh cause she cant even cook…
But who needs to cook with those stunning good looks
She turns on the sweet voice and begins to ask and plead
And you stupid mother fuckers give her everything she needs
And I laugh in your face if you think that’s how you get her
If that was your plan you need to think of something better
But here I am talking shit like I know how
So I cant even blame you now…
Shes just so fucking confusing
She says one thing and it could fucking mean two things
Or seven, twelve, or twenty
I wish I would have know she’d be this destructive when she met me
And this is the thing that really gets my blood to steam
When she talks real shit to me whats it all really mean ?
Does she say it to these other guys ?
Are they her shoulder when she cries ?
Why do I even give a shit ?
But yet I cant let go of it.
Feel like Im on a team with the rest of these guys
That sit here all day and keeps telling her lies
Does is matter that I tell her the truth and what she means to me ?
Or will she drop me like the ripest apple from the apple tree
Its her life and she knows shes the boss
Its sad but… I probably already lost
I don’t think I’m gonna win this
Don’t even know it I have the energy to finish…
You have been talking about selfishness. Especially how you hate selfish people. Well then I’m surprised you don’t hate me… Even though you might now after what I’m about to say. I don’t know what it is about you. I don’t know what you said to me to think this way. I don’t know what you did…but I feel extremely protective of you at times. I say at times just for my pride even though I mean like 80%. I hide it well. Or I’d like to think I do. All these other guys. I cant stand seeing their names. Jackson… Nemo… even Yannick… Oh god. I cant believe I just said that but w/e. I promised myself no backspacing. I don’t expect you to change what you do and I don’t want you to either. But I just had to tell you that you have successfully made me jealous for the first time. Of course I’ve felt jealous before like if my friend got the new Blackberry before I did…but nothing like this. Nothing that I have to see everyday. But I cant even be mad, because you aren’t doing anything wrong. You are just being you. Back to selfishness. I don’t like sharing you. At all. I hate the fact that It bugs me though because I just look like another one of your boy toys. Maybe not to you but to other people probably. I just wish you would slow down and take a look at what really matters in your life. You say that you are going to suck another person in your vortex and I want to say “Hey why don’t you just chill and talk to me” but all that comes out is “Oh… I guess” because I don’t want to be THAT guy… I see a lot of great in you. And don’t huff and puff because one thousand people before me got to say it to you and you are tired of hearing it. I mean it. You are a special person. Deep down I know you mean well and I know you are caring and all that mushy gushy shit. Alright ! That’s enough lovey dovey stuff. I have to save that for my wife. Look Ling Ling. All I’m saying is lately Ive been feeling just like everyone else. Maybe it’s a reality check for me saying look you really are JUST like everyone else or maybe I’m over reacting. Its prolly both. I just needed to write it. If this shit scares you off and you run away because of it… so be it. Its your fault for getting me addicted to you in the first place. By the looks of it you know how to do it pretty fucking well.