Holy fucking shit.

Dear jeremy Huffman,
Im am finally able to say, without holding back, that you are completely wrecked.
You missed a day last week to see your daughter because you overslept. Then you say the following day that you can't come visit her because you've made other plans. Those plans were to go to a party. If I hadn't called you out on your bs and made you feel bad, you wouldn't have shown up for the hour you did.
Yesterday you ask if you can come over late and stay over to get some time in, of course I said yes. By 7pm and no response to my text I called you. You tried to lie and say that you were taking care of your grandfather.  I finally got it out if you that you were drinking with your new love interest.
You sir are creating the pattern of a dead beat dad. If Julia were 5, she would've been waiting on her daddy to show and it would fall on me to cover for you and wipe away her tears. Good thing she isn't old enough to understand that she had been stood up by her dad for the first time.
My dad is a p.o.s he did that all the time to me and my sister. He made promises to visit us and take us places and never showed. Hell he even forgot to pick us up from school a time or two and he gave us the same excuses that you are giving Julia and I now.
Fuck you jeremy. The gloves are off and im tired of being polite. You can hurt me all you want but if you bring one tear to my little girls' eyes I will have your head on a goddamned platter.
Im sick of selfish assholes like you that can't see an inch in front of their noses. If you didn't want trouble, you have an awfully funny way of showing it.

                              Making a list,
                                 -Sarah M. Aliff

Restless encounters of my heart

I watch you watch me fall apart. You stand there staring at my crumbling foundations, observing the collapse of my spirit like you would a movie you've seen a thousand times.
I hear what you're telling me but I can't understand it anymore. A muted cry for help that echoes 'wolf' when i put my ear to your heart.
All that remain are the ghosts of your good intentions, hanging weakly on the broken promise that everything will be fine one day. Tattered and trapped in their final goodbyes.
All the dust from my shattered heart swirls about my feet like a stray I can do nothing for. I reach for it and slipping through my finger tips, it collects and disperses, forming and reforming the love it once was....

Christ on a goddamned cracker

How is it that you can still hurt my feelings?! I appreciate that you are trying to help but when I tell you that its ok and not to worry, stop fucking trying to help! I get annoyed and snap at you! When I say stop, I mean STOP. That doesn't mean keep trying when you see an opportunity. It means, politely, to fuck off.
Don't get pissed off at me when I snap at you because I asked you to stop and you didn't.
And don't fucking tell me that I make it hard for you to care when you're the asshole that doesn't know how to listen!!

For once...

...I don't feel hopeless.