“Music hath charms to soothe a savage breast”; Heaven has no rage, like love to hatred turned, Nor hell a fury, like a woman scorned..." [retrieved 05Aug2007 from the website http://www.bartleby.com/218/0605.html; The Cambridge History of English and American Literature in 18 Volumes (1907–21). Volume VIII. The Age of Dryden]
Dear Scorned:
Rejection. Why does it bother you? Face it. Why? Sleepless nights and restless thoughts will only aggravate those feelings. Let it go.
Prelude:
You don't have a clue WHO I am -- please have some self-respect and stop being a dragon who spits filthy fire from the mouth... it is despicable.
You, who act so self-righteous, have absolutely no right to judge me -- to say that I am incapable of planting my feet on the ground -- of steadying the roots and fostering a strong relationship.
Who gave you the liberty to assay... and then scrutinize... my adequacy of emotional reciprocation when you cannot advocate it upon yourself? And pray do tell... what gave you the reason to denunciate my financial stability when you don't even know what the meaning of obligation is?
Shame on you to feign love when there is nothing but the color of greed in your eyes!! Bitterness is company to misery. If you feel bitter about your loss, you should only blame yourself. Fickleness is something you should stay away from. Taking things for granted will not take too far either. While it is true you disgust me with your immaturity and your lack of social graces, I somehow feel sorry to see you go to such great lengths, use up all your efforts and time, just to let go of that rage. Rage from what? Rage from your idiocy and your emotional disturbance.
Ah. And the hypocrisy -- quite a conglomeration of all your sentiments -- all but a reflection of your shallow character. Say what you mean and mean what you say. Your credibility, not to mention your inconsistency, dahlin', is quite drenched at this point. So I suggest, shut hole!! Your act is long done, the curtain has drawn.\
I will HEAR no more, SEE no more, SAY no more. This is the first and last time I will ever stoop down to your level to put you in your place. And your place is ZERO because -- too bad -- you LOST and I WIN!! You will NEVER know the love and the kindness and the sincerity that could have been YOURS had you only given it the chance. Tough schitttt I always say. So, TOUGH SCHIT SCHERLOCK!!
"When you meet up with a disagreeable person, never allow yourself to be upset. Say to yourself, if a dowdy like that can stand himself all his life, surely I can stand him for a few minutes." - Source Unknown
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