Life is so nice without your chaos

Portland OR

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I brought you a couple of checks from the irs. As I sat there, I remembered specifics of you. You don't actually deserve any kindness from me. I do not love you at all anymore. I left without leaving that money. You can get it yourself. You're not even kind to your mother. You make fun of anything she does. You act like you are so great. She takes time to make something for you and you are critical of everything. Yeah- you want to paint because someone else does. Quilting? Yeah. You have issues. Major issues. I watched you watch this woman get into her car in the utmost creepy way and then I remembered that look on your face. You're sick. Just gross. I'd help you as a general citizen if in need due to an emergency, but not ever because you are someone special to me. I warned the women I found out about- that you are this creepy, and you know what- they had stories about you all of their own. I worry about sexually transmitted diseases from you now. Your boots look hilarious. And those glasses! Those glasses. Too funny. And that need to look cool with your cigarette smoking is absolutely comical. You gotta maintain that look though. 80 white shirts and jeans that your ex touched, so you don't wash them. Twisted psycho.