To That Girl From High School: True

To That Girl From High School (Some Women Aren't Shit)
A True Story..... Unfortunately

Most of you know me very well. You know I'm very quirky and slightly "out there".

But I have something I can't hold in any longer. I have to tell someone how I feel and why I am the way I am with certain people. So here's my story a la Keith Olbermann...

About 3 years ago I met a girl in high school (Mumford) and I really liked her. At first she was nice, funny and all around attractive.

I will admit I was not the most popular kid in school- I'll go even further- I was practically an unknown. I had few - if any – friends and I kept mostly to myself. And it surprised me greatly that this popular girl was talking to me.

I made a bunch of "out there" stories to try and impress her and of course they all fell through and turned into an Epic Fail. But she still talked to me.

She started telling me all of this stuff like "I really like you" "you're cute" shit like that. But I also heard "I have a boyfriend" and "I love him". So in a way I got mixed signals.

I asked her "What do you really think of me?"

She said "I think you're smart, funny, cute and I really like you. But I love my boyfriend."

Something right then and there should have told me to leave her ass alone but I just disregarded it. She asked me for money sometimes and I would give it to her.

Before long, I became so blinded I would just buy her presents and give her money on my own accord. She didn't blink, didn't say anything, just accepted it all. I didn't think anything of it.

Then people started telling me "she's using you". This started with my Ballroom Dance teacher and continued with several people in the following days. But I put it all off.

Then on a Friday – I'll never forget this day – one of HER friends her "sister" pulled me aside. She told me "Look and listen carefully...______ does not like you at all. She's not worth it. She's just taking your money and thinking nothing of it. You can do better."

Then after that...reality kicked in. I never felt so hurt. I was living in a false reality. My fantasy girl was nothing but a prostitute with good hair.

Several times after graduation I tried to avoid her and leave her alone but ______ is like a good cocaine habit you just can't kick. For the past few weeks I have been thinking about her.

But now the thoughts are no longer an obsession of infatuation but an anger of disappointment. I want to talk to you directly now ______.

Now I know most of this predicament is my fault. I brought you the presents, I gave you the money, and I was your enabler of sorts.

But why didn't you stop it? Was I just some kind of joke to you? You just took me for my money and presents without telling me where our friendship was going. If you didn't like me why didn't you say so?

Why didn't you say "Stop with the gifts and money cause the relationship's not going that way"?

You're a manipulative person who only uses her looks to get what she wants. You really hurt me and I regret having met you. I don't know what I saw in you nor will I ever.

I could've been a good friend to you and you took advantage of that and I regret every minute of it. I could just kill myself having sleepless nights thinking of you...

I don't hate you. I just wish you could've been a better person to me. I do hate one thing though...I hate that I still care about you.

It reminds me of that old song: "I love the way you're breaking my heart. It's terribly terribly terribly terribly thrilling...."