Dear social retard,
So I'm house-sitting one street away from you in 2 weeks. You better hope we don't run into eachother because I really don't know if I could stop myself from beating the crap out of you and then spitting on the remains.
I can't believe I ever let you touch me. I can't believe I ever allowed you to be such a major person in my life.
But it's okay because you'll never be a part of it again.
See that's what happens when you are a sick and twisted sociopath control freak.
heart - break