26.08.2008
Hello,
It’s been a long time since I write.
I guess I owe you an apologies for not answering you in the massanger. You said you won’t be insulted If I do it. I hope you didn’t.
Sometimes I feel like you are a real Peruvian girl, in the bad meaning of the word. That you like to see me suffer, like it some kind of habit you have – a real “man eater“.
I somehow have the feeling that the only real thing you wrote me since you left, was that chat. All that you wrote latter was just an after thought: This is not good, I need him as a friend in Israel.
Sometimes I think you are the biggest bitch I have ever met in my life, to tell you the truth. Somehow you took all the Peruvian stuff of love, and mixed it with all your father stuff of going and stick his dick in every all he see.
But I guess you were only a 18 years old girl just having fun in her vacation over here. I am just going crazy and over reacting.
I have the feeling you think that I real enjoy all that sad-lover stuff. “Oh, how can I live without you…” and tell it to every girl you meet in your life. Somebody told me I love to suffer, I don’t love to suffer. What can I do that this is all have, miss.
I guess I shouldn’t have tell you all that bad stuff, about me and about what I think about you. But different does it make. I am here and you are there. And if you really a ecological girl and all that stuff, maybe you stop flying across the globe like it’s your private home. I think I can drive a car for a month and pollute like you do when you fly so much.
There were a lot of things I wanted to tell you but can’t make myself to write. That’s good, meaning I getting stronger and I don’t want to talk with you. In that case you just another person in the world.
The more I think about it I come to the conclusion that me and your father have you as the biggest problem in our life. I real need to talk with him see how to build walls around ourselfs against you.
I real don’t think I will see you again. You just don’t worth it. You don’t worth the pain miss and that’s all. I don’t see any reason to make you another best vacation, and suffer for it half a year latter.
Well I guess I won’t sent that letter anyway.