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i hope she sucks your dick out of pity while you tell her how horrible i was to you, but thank god shes a whore, thats all youve ever wanted. i hope she knows of your illnesses and the diesese that strikens you. and as you giggle at the little notes i left all over your wall, swearing it never meant anything, you'll tell her shes what youve been looking for, maybe we could be together. and she'll fall for it because shes insecure, she needs the attention, she is willing to see thru your bullshit because she doesnt know she can do any better. you'll pound into her and rip her apart like a piece of meat, and she will truly believe you when you tell her you love her. i remember the day you met her, telling me what a fun little manipulative sex toy she would be, how you would bring her home and we could get her drunk. you fantasized about her screaming no. and now where are you? trying to play into her daddy issues? where is this going to get you? does she know about your history? has she heard the stories of the other girls? has she lived long enough in my shoes to be able to say "i can handle it." shes just a poor little girl that you'll turn into your whore. one day i hope she grows past this and realizes the sick freak you are. i hope for once you do actually fall in love and she rips your heart out. after crying so much about your life being suck a hell, and get all the pity sex you can from girls obsessed with myspace and ponys and hot topic, i hope your life actually does live up to the image you have created about being homeless and helpless with no one but a bitch of a wife and a disabled daughter, no money and no place to go. if they really knew where you were at and what you were doing while you texted them, if they really knew that i tasted their pussy juices on you, would they stay? would they still feel sorry for you?