dear bitch from hell,

I have 630 contacts in my phone.
I have 831 friends on Facebook.
I have 152 people watching my Livejournal.
I have 108 followers on Twitter.

I don't randomly give people access to my online life. These people are people I actually know in real life and not people who just want to up their friend count. Judge all you want but I know I can name every single one of my 831 friends on my Facebook and where and how I met them.

When I'm alone and I'm down, I don't call anyone not because I don't have anyone to call, but because I don't want to talk about it. I don't call anyone not because no one will understand but because I don't like to talk about myself. I don't call anyone not because no one will listen but because I don't want to make people as down as I feel with my pessimism.

I know at least 5 people whom I can trust to take a bullet for me.

You know nothing about me so don't act like you know me based on what little information you have about me.

Unlike you, when I'm upset I avoid people because I try my hardest not to take it out on people. Least of all someone I don't even know, and hate for no reason.

Unlike you, I actually care about the people around me, and I show it by not trying to destroy their lives.

I was never a part of your life. You made me an obsession. I've been out of his life for a while, a life that has nothing to do with yours anyway so go get one of your own. Stop saying untrue things about me, even if it is to someone who probably cares about me more than he does you. Stop trying to get me riled up about the things you are saying because you are never going to make me angry anymore because I don't care. Stop trying to make me emotional because I have zero feelings left for him, and you. Stop talking to me, and leave me alone.