Dear Michael,
Almost three months ago, we broke up. It was a difficult and volatile time in my life, and for my sanity, it's something I had to do. I don't need to repeat my reasons here, both because we have discussed this at length, and because I know you've read my locked journal entries about it anyway. Whatever.
Two weeks later, I came back to Seattle to go to a concert with you. I did something wrong there. I read a text file you had saved to your desktop. Because what was written there surprised and hurt me, I did something else wrong and shared it with a few of my friends. I continued to be wrong and lied about it when caught off guard and confronted. For what it's worth (which I'm sure is nothing), I felt terrible about it later. I didn't have a right to violate your privacy like that.
But then, instead of doing taking the high road and just calling me out on my snooping of your desktop, you took revenge to a new level of crazy. You cracked my passwords and violated the privacy of all my online accounts. And you didn't do it once. You continued to do it long after the whole event should have blown over. You continued to violate my privacy long after you had claimed to have moved on.
And then, just DAYS ago, you remember that I have a Livejournal account and decide to violate my privacy once again, because reading a girl's email three months after you break up just isn't taking the creepy stalking far enough. You go through my personal, emotional thoughts and then call ME delusional.
I had a feeling that you were stalking my activities a couple days ago, but the extent of your violation truly shocked and appalled me. Mostly, I'm horrified about the person I've found you to be. However, there's a small part of me that's a little relieved to know I dodged a bullet.
So thank you for revealing yourself to me in a spectacular fashion. And I also have no interest in ever talking to you again.
