Tuesday, July 21, 2009

Dear Shawna Johnson.

I forgive you. After almost four months, I woke up this morning feeling that the time has finally come when I can think of you and not want to throw up everywhere. If I see you in the parking lot at Target, I won't run you down in my car. If I round a corner and come face to face with you, I won't shred your face into pieces. If I see you, I will simply walk away. I am starting a new chapter in my life, and you, what you have done to me, has no place in it. I am ready to move on with my life and be happy.

I feel good.

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