its an illusion in your mind k. because we knew each other so shortly I spent all up about 3 a half days with you in total and I knew we were not suited for each other. you can't make a relationship out of 1 weekend and a day and half and 1 evening. I have not been reaching out for you you made it clear to me you had a wife and I couldn't wait for you get the hell out. what made you even think i would cry over you leaving? my god. you made it sound like you were doing me some favor getting me to hop on a plane and go to melborne cuz i never been on a plane before. yeh right. you were thinking of you. I never enjoyed the sex at all. I felt taken advantage of you gave me alcohol ontop of heavy medications and never asked me did I want kisses and romance from you in the car, I never wanted to get into that van with you after the party that was all leigh pushing for that not me. I don't know how to get the message clear to you I never loved you. you told me you would never leave your wife i never wanted you to leave her, I never wanted you. i didn't want to hook up with you in the van, yeh you offered to drive me home but then you didn't you sneaky gamered and got someone else to drive and got in the back with me, if I had known that was gonna happen I would have said "absolutely no way" I was drunk, I had drink on top of heavy medications, I didn't know what I was doing. I didn't want you. then when we met up at the hotel a few days later I thought we were going to look around the city no sex, you pushed and pressurised me to go to your room I thought you were going to introduce me to william but you didn't. you gave me alcohol once again ontop of heavy medications, you never asked me was I on medications or my mental health, you never asked me :"do you want sex?" I didn't want sex from you. then you couldn't wait to get rid of me when I collapsed afterwards, you pushed me out the door of a cab at a train station when someone should have rang an abulance for me. you then made a point of pursuing me for a number of months to cover your tracks with your mates helping you and you convinced me to go to melborne - once again I hoped you would introduce me to someone a single man, but you didn't, the sex was awful. I hated your semen in me, I hated the smell of you and your breath and then pushy sexual dominations of you. the first time you were violent I hated that. you turned sex into a dirty ball thing, I wanted to be with a man I got to know and date who would ask me out regularly for a few months before sex. then you and a few others tried to push frank on me and i couldnt do that. I had been on so many strong medications after you made me violently ill I didn't want to risk giving him a std, no one would listen in 2002 that you were just one big mistake, I tried to tell a few people. see it how you like but I never enjoyed it.I never loved you. you said you never loved me. and you know who I do love now, the doctor, a prince, a actor, a guy I seen in the city who was hot. I have a lot to give some nice man who is willing to treat me well. I might be a bit chubby but I can lose weight with sex with someone I do love. i can have a baby and lose weight. this is a waste of my time everyday I am forced into this empty lie hanging around waitinf for you to let go ! we are never gonna be anything k. move on. go back to watch ever it was that kept you happy all those years you never cared less then. just fuck off, I hope you find a super model young chck but its not me. I have no idea what makes ken think I am reaching out to him because I am not. I never loved ken carey.

Evil Mojo We all see movies where people are bewitched or possessed,but this does happen in real people and people will do it to other people.You would think of this being in the caribbeans or new orleans,but most of it happens in the mountains in the eastern parts of the usa.How they do it is this:They find some poor kid,man,woman or whomever they choose and get em down physically and mentally,they use poison and oppression to get them in this condition.They do unspeakable evils to the persons body and mind. Try to steal from them and own them.But what is required of the people who do this to people is costly on their souls.So if you get the spirits to do this,it will cost you dearly eternally.There is people who can steal other peoples brains or thoughts like downloading from a server or something.So if you ever go to mountainous areas stay healthy,rested, and right with the lord(which you should anyways) or they will make you their next victim.

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Dear Jake, I confess. When I first met you in 2010, I didn't think you would mean so much to me. Actually, I only had eyes for your friend, James. But as we became better friends, I found out relationship growing and becoming something beautiful. You are a really funny guy, and always a barrel of laughs. I can't even begin to count the amount of times we were kicked out of our drama theatre room for giggling or hitting each other. We always had our antics. Especially that night we spun around in the rain for ten minutes straight before falling over and debating between each other what "It's Complicated" meant for a relationship status on Facebook. I'm glad that I got to be with you that year. I really liked you. And I felt really privliged to have that same feeling be returned by someone two years older than me. I got to meet people I had never met before, and became friends with so many of them. You changed me from the shy little grade nine girl, into the out-going, slap stick confident girl that I am now. You introduced me to the gaming world, and trolling. You brought me to 5Jan and stayed up with me for hours talking. You even wrote a poem for me in Shakespearian language, translated to Italian because we both loved them so much, I still quote that today! When we broke up, I felt the relationship had kindled to a barely dwindling fire. I wasn't surprised. We didn't talk for months, but I still saw you every day and I missed you. When we started talking again, I was so happy I danced around my room for ages. In 2011, we became a couple again and you meant more to me than a shiny pokemon! I can never forget the rainy days we spent watching wave watching at the beach, or the times I would trip you running to the bus if you tried tackling me. I could hide in your senior's jacket for ages, it was so warm from your body heat. And our nights were just as exciting as our days as we stayed awake Skyping and playing your Xbox. I even convinced you to make me a sandwich! And you had told me it was OK, because you thought we were meant to be together anyway. When we split up the second time, I could barely refrain from crying. And I remember the last thing you said to me, "Of course we can be friends." Yeah, well that didn't work out. And for the next 11 months that you hated me, ignored me, dissed me, shunned me, swore at me, mocked me and otherwise made my life a living h, my parents split up and Dad moved 12 hours away and my grandfather died of terminal cancer. Not good, and you made that worse by getting your friends to gang up and bully me. Even my own friends were so scared around them, that they stopped hanging around me. Life had gone completely downhill, and I felt it couldn't get worse. Then my family was accused of sexually abusing a little girl we had never even met before, my friend was charged and jailed for rape and my best friend moved to a different country. I recited the eulogy at my grandfather's funeral and packed my Dad's stuff up into the removalist truck, all whilst receiving hate messages and bullying threats from your friends. I remember, the first night in the year that I hadn't cried myself to sleep, I was awake watching a movie with Neil Patrick Harris, one of OUR favourite actors, and I wore a real smile and laughed with my heart. You weren't even on my mind. But then James rang, and he told me to stay the f away from you, and so he declared that we were no longer friends, until OUR situation was through. I didn't watch the rest of the movie, I went straight to bed. By December, it had been eight months since we had first stopped talking. And by God, did I miss you. I loved you the entire time that you had slaughtered me with this bullshit that I dealt with day in and out. I knew that 2011 was by far, the worst year of my life, so far. I had lied to friends on numerous occassions saying that I had no feeling for you whatsoever, other than hatred, pity and regret. Really, it was love, regret and sadness. Thank God by then you had stopped abusing me. But when graduation came around, I knew it was my last time to see you. I knew it was going to be a horrible, life changing moment for me. I stood at the back of the crowd, smile on my face, waving to the many friends I had made over the years thanks to you. It was sad to see them go, but I promsied myself months ago, I wouldn't cry. I couldn't spot your face in the marching crowd anywhere. I wasn't sure I wanted to, but no matter where we were, I could always pick your face from the crowd. You were at the very back. And now, I wonder if it were purposeful. I held on tightly to my best friend's hand in fear of what you could say or do to me, or maybe that you may be the one to make me finally cry in front of everyone. Hundreds were already crying, but I had vowed I wouldn't. Not in front of the entire school, which I still had to attend for grade 11 and 12. When I looked up, you were staring at me, and you had a kind of sadness in your eye. You looked away, but one of your friends pushed you toward me. My heart stopped. You pushed through the thick crowd to get to me, right at the back, where I should've been hidden from view, and believe me, you caught a lot of people's attention. Everyone turned to watch us, expecting a dramatic romantic departure, most of them not even knowing about us or our past. Then you flipped me off and said, "F* you B, bye-bye." And you quickly ran off. I turned to my best friend and smiled. "Well, wasn't that lovely?" I asked him. He stared at me for a moment then smiled too. "Yeah totally." I burst into tears. I don't think I had ever cried harder, or so painfully before. Not even when my grandfather died, or my Dad moved away, not when I was questioned by police or I found out my friend was a rapist. My best friend chased you out of the school, and almost had you, by the back of your school blouse, but the teachers ripped him off of you, but he got to keep a chunk of your formal uniform. He held me as I cried when I found him. But I was so grateful for him, if only his anger would subside. That night, the shock of the event got to me, and as my best friend hugged me arond the waist like you used to, I felt a wave of sickness rush over me as I almost blacked out. I don't know why, but I know that's not normal. In January, I still, surprisingly loved you. I didn't cry over you anymore, and rarely thought about you, but I meant someone. His name is Jak. Which is so close to Jake. He was amazing, and a real genuine gentlemen. Too bad the feeling wasn't mutual. I never saw Jak after that, and I still thought about you. As far as friends and family were concerned, I didn't like or love anyone. My parents insisted my best friend and I were meant to be, but I only recently found out, really my Dad thought it would always be you, but you disappointed him. I was shocked too. On your 18th birthday, in March, I tried one last feeble shot at messaging you, wishing you a happy birthday. You had gotten a tattoo done on your left arm of the Skyrim logo, a game we both knew and loved. We talked about that for a while, and a lot more. I was surprised that you were actually responding to me, and in a nice manner, not abusive. When we linked our Skype accounts we talked even more frequently. Whenever possible, we would video call and talk until 5am, telling the other, "No you hang up first." I was really happy to be back on your good side, but never could I confess I still passionately loved and missed you. Nor did you know about my sleepless nights and horrible studying habits, and how life had gone down the drain. Heck, I even considered suicide once, but was too cowardly to go through with it. It felt even worse since my mother refused to let me see a shrink for the entire year I begged her, telling me I was fine and I would deal. I guess I became addicted to my depression and sadness of loss over you. It was like you were literally dead and gone, and I wasn't coping like someone should. Even then I knew I was insane. And one day, I had burst into tears, screaming that I deal with too much, I handle too much. Why did I have to nurse depressed 40 year olds? Why did I have to have the dying grandfather? Where was my Dad in all this? Where was my old friend who I had trusted? Where were you? I hadn't known, as I exploded that day, that you were in the room beside me, watching as I clutched my own head, crying my eyes out, a headache and misery bringing me to my knees that all I could mutter was, "I deal with too much." Even my best friend was scared to approach me. And you just walked past and laughed at me, sitting on the path, beneath your feet. By God, my best friend wanted to kill you. Literally. But now, in April we're talking again. Funny how that is. No one hates you for what you did to me, now. But only because I always forgave you instantly. Now that we talk so often, I believe that you want me back in your life. Especially since you always fight to keep the conversation going, or go out of your way to call me or ask to see me. And it's only been two weeks. Mitch, your best friend told me last night that HE had told you to be nice to me. So you hadn't come to your senses and grown up now that your 18. You had your many months younger friend tell you off for being such a d* and so you decided enough was enough. Well, good for you. And you can send me all the hearts, winky-faces and smileys in the world, but no matter what you say or do, I'm not going to send you an explicit picture of myself. Call me boring, call me old-fashioned. But 1. I don't trust the internet with that. 2. You really think I TRULY trust you again? But thank you Jake, for letting me keep the necklace you gave me almost two years ago. I know you wanted it back, and I just can't find it, yet, but thanks for letting me keep it anyway, you know it meant the world to me, and I think that's why you wanted it back. I wish you were online tonight, I have something to show you. Truly Love, Forever and Always- Harley.

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