Dear Abuiser,

Thanks for doing what you did. I'm glad I got rid of you because of what all you did to me. You once called me beautiful and now you call me a pettie bitch, now what's up with that? I never hurt you just loved you. You never knew how I felt when you called me everything but a child of God. I was restless, afraid of what you might do next to me. I have one question: How the hell you get mad over the phone complaining when we have phone sex you can't bust a nut? I don't even know. You want a nice bust and then get rid of me. But the point is you want to nut cause you still had blue balls. Nasty azz! How could you hurt me in the long run then keep saying sorry over and over again? You wrote me on MySpace saying I want you back and I miss you and still love you. With all the lies you said, I was dumb enough to take you back. Then the result shown the same thing over and over and over again. You went back to almost killing me and treating me like trash. You say you was real and it all apeared that you were fake. I'm happy you still looking for someone else. You said I would never find another.

Hiting you with fists,
Nee-Nee
P.S. I got hot grits waiting