Jared called me. Twice.
He even left voice messages. One said that I could call him back, if I wanted. The second instructed me to call him back. We need to talk. Oh yeah, he still loves me.
Needless to say, I called Christina immediately after listening to them. I was in shock.
I played his messages for her. Christina laughed at them. Christina's laugh is crazy. No one laughs like her. She's just special like that.
Back to Jared...
Christina and I made jokes that involved the words and phrases: "Amber alert," "America's Most Wanted," "Crazy Ass Fool," "Alabama," "Better not be in Tallahassee," "Might get kidnapped," "Call Christina for help," and "...Will laugh in your face then tell you that I'm [Alisha] in trouble."
Jared was released from his vacation spot [code word for jail] on June 13, 2003. I looked it up on the web.
I don't want anything to do with him. He's a crazy ass mother fucker. I don't say that about everyone (usually I'll say you're crazy or a mother fucker).
Someone must think I'm special...as someone just called me back. No fool in their right mind calls me at midnight. Jared's mind isn't right, though, so what do I expect? I told him that I was asleep [lie] and that I got his messages [true]. He asked, "And you didn't call me back?"
Well, I would think that he'd know if I did.
"I see how you want to be, then."
Really, I thought I made it clear to him in April on how I want to be. He was still on vacation then. I told him to, "stop calling me you stupid mother fucker [he hates to be called that], and leave me the hell alone."
What about that is unclear? Can someone answer this for me?
"Well, call me if you want. If you don't, then don't call me."
What else am I suppose to do? Send telepathic messages?
You know, some people abuse the power of stupidity. Jared is one of those people. What made him think that I would want to hear from him again? His "love" for me isn't exactly making me putty in his hands, now is it? I really can't stand that man. Twenty-four, no...twenty-five (his birthday was in June), and still a freaking moron.
Guys like Jared remind me why I have to watch myself. He reminds me of how easily I can be manipulated by someone else, as well as by myself.
Man...I wish he'd just kill himself or something. There's no coming back after dying. At least he'd be out of my hair...and for good.
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