I am seriously fed up right now! I'm through trying to be nice! I don't care if you somehow find this journal and read it. Maybe this will get my point across. Leave me the fuck alone!!!!!!!!!

Ignoring your texts doesn't seem to work. When I do respond it's to tell you I don't want to hang out. I refused to give you me home phone number. I'm not answering your calls to my cell (and by the way dude, I wasn't lying when I said my cell service sucks. Continuously calling me isn't going to make me answer you when I wouldn't be able to hear you anyways).

I don't find it "cute" that you text me to ask how I slept, how my day was and how work was. All that does is piss me off more. You're not coming off as caring or interested in me, you seem needy and stalkerish. Posting nonsense messages on my Facebook wall isn't getting my attention, either. In fact, all that does is give my friends and I something to laugh at. Seriously, learn to spell! I can actually be pretty tolerant of chatspeak on Facebook, but with you it's just laugh out loud excessive! If I get one more message saying something like "hey how ya doing?" or "hey wut up with ya 2day?" And while we're at it, later is spelt with one "t" so please stop spelling it with two. Latter is a totally different word.

And then there's today. Today I have reached my breaking point. Do not ever come to my house again. Sending me five texts saying things along the lines of "hey im coming 2 ya house 2 pick ya up so we can go fishing so b ready and we can fish or just chill k?" doesn't make me any less pissed. Yes, you gave me warning, but please remember that I have a life other than you. In fact, you're not part of my life at all. Just because you sent me a text telling me you're coming to pick me up doesn't mean I'm going to drop what I'm doing and get ready to hang out with you.

So there I am, I just got home from grocery shopping (unfortunately I forgot my phone at home). I was checking my messages and there are those five texts from you. Just as I'm reading them (and banging my head on the wall) you pull into my driveway. Damn it! So I answer the door and there you are of course, asking if I got your texts and if I'd like to go fishing or just hang out. Um no, no I wouldn't. I tell you that I can't. And of course you can't leave it at that, you'd like to know why I can't. I make up some lame ass excuse about being busy and having some stuff to catch up on in the barn. You say that you'd love to help. Great. I tell you it's nothing you can help with, that I have to work with the youngsters. (And it is so obvious that I'm making these excuses up as I go. Seriously dude, take a hint!) You say you'd love to watch. *headdesk* I tell you that I hate people watching me when I work with the horses (not entirely a lie). You tell me that I won't even notice that you're there. I say no, not today (or ever...). You say that you'd really love to watch. I say no. Again. Dammit man, how stupid are you!!!??? Can't you tell that I'm trying to get rid of you!? So finally you get the hint and leave. I go into the house and get a text. It's from you. "hey good luck w ya horse thing."

FML