This is the storm before the calm.

I really thought we were through.
I mean, as time progressed, you moved on, I moved on. we were done with our friendship.
yet you still continue to bother me? to pick on me?
Do you miss me? is that what it is? because I think it's almost clear that you want to rekindle the old friendship flame we had going on.
you have a life, and I have mine. really...live it. why include someone you don't care about in it? why worry about what I do? why even bother ?
there are so many questions I'm willing to ask you...but we'd be here for a while. I just don't get the point. If you want to look like the bigger person, if you want to really make me look like shit - stop attempting to make me feel bad, or make me cry, or whatever the case may be. because really, all you're doing is making YOURSELF look like an asshole. last time I checked, you had the balls here. I'm merely convinced.
I think I might be the one here with the guts to ignore every single comment you say.
It's been almost 2 years. I think I've had enough. and I don't think I can stand to bite my tongue any longer.
I know you'll never read this, and I can give 3 shits if you do. but really, this is just a way to express what I feel because no one can keep feelings like this cooped up for so long.
you need to STOP. and not because I care what you say, but because I'm getting 2nd hand embarrassment over here from you.
There's been times where I've missed our friendship - you can even admit, we had some funny times. we're both Pisces; our friendships click.
But every time I see you pull a stunt like this, it reminds me why I never cared in the first place.
and as much as I hate seeing people hurt, I'm glad I had the opportunity to hurt you. because really...you hurt me so much, with your comments about my family members, your comments about me, your immaturity made everyone laugh, but it killed me inside.
I hate wishing death upon anyone, and I'm sure you've wished it upon me. But i'm not wishing it upon you - that's just immature. as much as you've prayed for me to die, I'm as healthy, as aware of everything as I can be - so put up with it, because I'm not going ANYWHERE.
since I've found my faith and I know what I want and I'm aware that God is so good, he has wonderful things in store for me. while you, for being so grimey, so useless, repulsive, arrogant, ignorant, disgusting and horrid - again, I'm not wishing death upon you - I just hope that when your death comes, you learn a valuable lesson and rot in hell.
I have never felt so horrible after saying that. but if you can do it, so I can I, right? You're such a...bad person. you know exactly who you are. and I know all these things you say to me are done because everything you've ever done to me is nagging at the back of your head, repeatedly reminding you what a disgraceful, son of a fucking bitch you are.
Sincerely, your BIFFLE,
Lynn.