This is directed to James.

and I don't give a fuck if he reads this.

I know we are broken up, but atleast respect me enough to check on me when I've been really sick. Respect me enough to text me back. But no, like the summary of our relationship, it's always been me working for it, I'm so done. You piece of shit.

I'm so sick of people going, I've been busy, yeah, well fuck, I have two jobs, I'm busy too. But I respect you enough to try to maintain something, not even a friendship, an acquiantanceship I can still maintain. fuck you.

God I can't wait til I move to Austin. I'm going to start over, maybe I'll meet people who actually want to know me, who, if they haven't heard from me in a couple of days will hunt me down and see whats happenin'. I feel so alone and so unimportant and completely out of the loop. Fuck MN and fuck this. I'm out.

And another thing, fuck men. Not one of them has ever respected me. not one. I see it everyday at work, you pieces of shit making me so insecure because you know you can, because if I talk back to your sexual harassing piece of shit face you will get me fired, because I emasculated you. fuck all of you old fuckers thinking you are such hot shit because you can stare at my tits for the whole 2 minutes I have to interact with you, telling me you're so glad you have a pretty teller unlike most of the time. I should spit in your face you nasty old man. I'm so done. I'm ready to quit I tell you.