Dear Justin.

Fuck you!!! I can't believe you still make me feel like you do. I just popped into your 'Private' myspace page for the heck of it and ICAN'TBELIEVEYOU'VEOPENEDITUP!!! All you're gorey details are out for the damned world to see. What happened? What made you change your mind??? We're you hinting for me to find you you bastard!!! Fuck you!

And what's with the orientation shit being "Unsure!" Fuck you! You weren't sure last year when I gave you them damned roses on Valentines. Fuck you!

I hate that I thought about you today when a friend was distressed about her ex whom she went out with for 7 years. And how he posted on his Facebook that he's single again. She was hurt even if they're they've been broken up for 7 years now. I think she still feels for him. I hate that it was you that I was thinking about even til now.

I hate that I fantasized about meeting you all over again years from now, when you've finally decided what you fucking want in life. Fuck you!

I hate that my heart was beating so fast when I was reading all about you on your myspace page. How do you do that to me huh???

What I hate most is that I now have a really really cute boyfriend who messages me all the time on how much he really really loves me. And yet, it's you who I think about.

Justin...FUCK YOU!!!