I figured I'd post this letter I got from David on MySpace befor I go fuck myself and continue my miserable life.


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From: david stanley
Date: Oct 13, 2005 4:45 PM

go fuck yourself.

don't bother me. everytime i let you back into my life, you fuck it up beyond repair. always when i'm at my most vulnerable.

which i think is what gets you off the most. you love fucking me up, then seeing if i'll forgive you, just so you can fuck me up yet again.

this is what you do, everytime i know you. i fucking hate you. you've caused more damage to my self-esteem than anyone i've ever known.

last time you actually got me to think that i could even love you. do you remember that? or were you so fucking far-gone that this doesn't even register? do you remember telling me that you were in love with me? then a few days later telling me to fuck off because you're beautiful ex-boyfriend sent you a text message or whatever the fuck lame, weird, nonsense excuse you threw at me.

what the fuck WAS that? i didn't even wanna fucking know you. then you came in, RIGHT when Beth and Christianna were both leaving me, just so you could FUCK ME UP AGAIN!

do you have any idea how much that screwed me up? i've been alone, every day, since.

to be abandoned by not one, but THREE people all at the same time? to have them all fuck you up and leave you completely alone?

how could you do that?

and please fucking note for the motherfucking record . . . I NEVER WANTED TO BE YOUR FUCKING BOYFRIEND!

I JUST DIDN'T WANT YOU TO FUCKING TURN YOUR FUCKING BACK ON ME AGAIN WITHOUT TELLING ME WHY!

Not only did I not want it. I fucking TOLD YOU to your fucking face not to suddenly drop my friendship again like that. that it was hard enough to trust you in the first place . . . and you fucking PROMISED me you wouldn't. that if you were gonna pull that shit again, you would at least give me FAIR FUCKING WARNING.

But you didn't. You fucking just DROPPED OFF THE FACE of the earth!

AGAIN!




the only thing that gives me any peace is that you're so fucked up that your life is bound to be it's own punishment.

you're gonna have a miserable life, ori. you can't go around, fucking up the few decent people who actually took the risk to care about you, and not expect it to come back to haunt you.

what goes around comes around.

have

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ambrubt ending

I love this place, I really do....

Two words: restraining order.

Just sayin'.

The fear of being alone... Hm. When you act like an obsessed crazy man, it's bound to happen.

I second that: Restraining order.

And this is from a guy who is a Wicked contract director (but not for much longer, from what I hear). Go figure.

At least we now know where Christianna Billman a.k.a Red Velvet got all her STDs from : Springtime STD gossip

He's probably swinging from a rope on the rafters of his parents attic now.

Typical LA bullshit melodrama

Tell him to get real