Dalene
I never wanted to hurt you. I thought I knew best… now I am not so certain. I understand your anger and I share your pain. Do what you feel you must.
I love you. Please forgive me.
Angie
Posted on July 25th, 2005 by Zsallia
Filed under: 1963 to 1967, The Past, Wounds Inflicted
Angie is dead and you are a sick, sadistic freak.
You contacted me. You asked the question. I chose not to lie.
You have my phone number, or you should if you checked your mail before you closed your Yahoo account.
Call me.
Truly interesting….but in no way sadistic….keep your head high.
Call you? Why? What would that do?
Angie was more than my freind, and your less than nothing. I dont know how you know what you know or why youre doing what youre doing, bu talking to you is the last thing I want to do.
Dalene-
It is your choice to make. I cannot force you to do anything. I cannot force you to open your eyes, nor can I force you to accept what you see.
The world can’t see
Can’t accept what will be
Will be tossed in a whirl
Cuz I’m a woman’s girl.
-Hera
But you can force me to hate you.
Don’t ever quote anything like that again.
It was beautiful, but as you wish.
Think on these things. I am planning on being in Cincinatti in September. We should meet.
What a perfectly done post.
Bravo.
The package you sent was opened by my daughter. I’m doing a lot of explaining because of you.
I don’t know whats going on and I don’t wantto know. I wish I’d never sent you that email I don’t know what’s real anymore.
Angie died almost 40 years ago. She needs to stay dead.
Leave us alone.
And yet you continue to return to this place. Why?
It’s like passing a car wreck, I guess.
There’s some disturbing stuff in that pile you sent
I am going to post something today. I am not sure you will approve. I am uncertain of my motives, but I believe it is important for you to believe.