Fuck you. Oh wait, should I be more thoughtful, more poetic for you? Ok, I'll try, you dumb bitch. For whom heaven has cast out, for you there is no kind of love, for that which has seeped through the purest of hearts and the thickest of shields, there is you. You are a black feather on a white dove, a shadow in the valleys of sun, a tarnished stain on the chapel's walls. DO YOU NOT SEE YOUR OWN DISGUST? Alright now I'm done with the poetic shit, back to the main point. I called you today and you told me you would call me back because you were doing stuff? You sounded so fucking guilty. What exactly were you doing? And whom were you doing it with? Why the fuck did you even answer the phone if you were busy doing stuff. Maybe you were on crack with your friends? Who knows? You use to never like to rent movies from Blockbuster because you thought they censored their films, plus they were a giant corporation, which you couldn't stand. Now, you go there almost every night like a dumbass. What happened to you? You use to write nasty letters to pharmaceutical companies because they continually test their death products on helpless animals. Now, you shop at Safeway and take medication for your illnesses. The girl I fell in love with would have fucked you up if she met you. You had such a promise of being a child forever. I truly believed you would obtain an eternal love that would allow you to never grow old. I doubt you will ever achieve what I once thought possible. My only advice is to make the best of your time, and learn to laugh once again.