For uhm.....a little over a year now, there's been this guy. He's always been there. Just the prototype of perfect. Unattainable, and I probably wouldn't want him as much if I had him, but I always wanted him. He's been in a relationship pretty much since I met him, and while if any man was worth home wrecking, it'd be him, I restrained my homewrecking tendencies, I kept a respectable distance, and I never tripped when his extra paranoid and insecure girlfriend acted an ass. I couldn't really be mad at her for being paranoid and insecure when I was plotting all the ways I could take her man, that's not really fair, now is it? And I never even considered whether I was right for this man, or whether he was right for me. I've just always been inexplicably drawn to everything about him. It's been hard for me to do the just friends thing, so much that when we lost touch, I was kind of relieved. At the same time I was just hating on his fucking girlfriend that was entirely undeserving of this miracle she had (and that statement is completely unfounded, cus I've never had a conversation with that female, and I don't know what she is or is not deserving of, and I've tried soooo hard not to be a fucking hater, but the shit has never worked, I can't stand that little girl).

Except for she just ruined it. She hurt him and I want to find and STRANGLE that little bitch like you don't even understand.

I can't even type about this anymore. Get your head together Ashley. There's a time and place and this is neither.