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Date: Mon, 11 Sep 2017 14:13:24 +0000 (UTC)
Subject: What do you want?
You said you wanted to talk to me?
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Date: Mon, 11 Sep 2017 14:27:23 +0000 (UTC)
I think it's pretty funny how much you say you love and miss Priscilla, but you are so willing to threaten to murder her the second the lc, that you hate so much doesn't have the time or patience to humor you.
And I asked P how much she thinks your time is worth and she told me "He thinks he's worth 75$ and hour because that's how much he was being paid for the programming jobs he had in the 90s" She said she thinks your time is worth however much someone is willing to pay for it, and in her opinion that be 0.
If anything you owe us for wasting our time with your needy abusive emails and journals. I should have listened to your sister when she said that you were "leprosy" and you basically poison and ruin the lives of anyone you come in contact with. I'm not sure if I told you that, but it's a pretty universal belief from anyone who has known you for more than a few weeks.
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Date: Mon, 11 Sep 2017 15:10:13 +0000 (UTC)
It's impossible to steal a person, unless you physically kidnap them. Even then, it's not actually possible to "own" a person in the first place, and ownership is implied when it comes to stealing.
You keep talking about P as if she is some kind of inanimate object that can be "stolen" and "shared" and not a human being who has feelings and needs and can make their own decision in life.
I have no control over P. I don't tell her what to do, and I don't have any control over her. I'm not sure why you have it in your head that she only does what other people tell her to do, like some sort of puppet. Maybe that's why she hates you and decided to never talk to you again?
From what she's told me over the years, you never had the typical "romantic" sort of relationship, and you were never attracted to her. From the very beginning you told her you were just settling for her. You made fun of her looks, you made fun of the way she talked. You constantly criticized her and made her feel terrified to even exist around you. And now you're writing emails and letters like "my beautiful queen, I miss you so much! You know I've always loved you. You were the light of my life my little mousy, soya carton cutting board"
Do you even remember who she is? Or are you mixing her up with the 100s of other girls who hate your guts and wish you were dead? I know, I know, it must be hard to keep them all straight sometimes, happens to the best of us as we get older.
You asked me a "question" earlier. "Do you think if I were in less pain, do you think P would be safer". And my reply to that would be: I do think that if you were in 0 pain, perhaps by being hit by a meteor or killing yourself, everyone you know would probably be a lot happier and safer. If you want real answers, then maybe start asking real questions and not riddle-me-this trick "questions" trying to corner people into the response you want.
If a murderer really wanted to murder someone, and the victim helped the murderer do that, the murderer would be in less pain, and wouldn't want to kill the victim anymore. That means victim would be safer right?