Dear ex-girlfriend: Get over yourself! I'm sorry I went off the deep end when we broke up; you acted like a bitch without a soul, and I was a drug addicted petty pathetic sad sack of shit without a friend in the world. I get that, and I'm sorry for loving you for 7 years. Here we are 2 years later, and I see you everywhere I go. You refuse to acknowledge my existence even though I clearly do. The order being dropped might have something to do with you moving into an apartment within the parameters you had created! I'm not looking to make contact, I'm not looking to make amends. I just want you to realize that you were fucked up too, and I forgive you. This city is super fucking small and when you keep tabs on me, it gets back to me. I have worked hard on myself for a long time to change my life and who I am. I'd like to go to a concert without having to worry I'll run into you and ruin both of our nights. Grow the fuck up and try to remember why you were my best friend all those years ago, and believe that the mental health system in Nova Scotia has some merit. I'm not the person I was before and I hope to God you aren't either. But from what I've seen, you are nothing more then a repressed little shit disturber. —Just Learning to Trust People Now