What Would You Do If I Followed You?

I began a letter to a past love, an allegedly short and sweet little note that was supposed to sum up my honest and forthrightly-stated thoughts and feelings that linger since we broke up and have yet to be expressed. This resulted in a three-page long scathing account of our relationship in which he escapes no pointing finger of blame and is depicted as a crawling, useless, stunted little demon. Apparently, I still have some issues.

And in answer to a question asked earlier today: yes, ALL of my ex-boyfriends who seem perfectly nice in the beginning end up being assholes in the end. Present company not at all excluded. In fact, present company shoots right to the top of the asshole list.

I had to spend two whole days being nice to the biggest prick I know. Wine helped, and the weekend was hilarious regardless. But man-oh-man, it's not the easiest thing in the world for me to do. I just ended up hitting my other friend a lot in misdirected frustration.

God, what a douchebag.

I got three lines to what is supposed to be the final re-read of the novel and gave up. I hate this book so much now. I don't want to read it anymore.