You Planned It, You're a Bandit

To: Jack; TheSexyJBarakat@gmail.com
From: Andrea; ohitsandy@gmail.com

I had put up with countless lies, secrets, games, tricks, fakes, and your douche bag remarks. I still loved you; everyone warned me to fall for anyone but you. I didn't listen, I didn't want to listen more less. It took me seeing you cheat, to actually believe them. I had fallen victim to your lies and excuses. That's what love does to you though, it blinds you.

You stabbed my heart that knife, plunging it deep. I did what I had to. I left. Now here we are reunited with one another, living together on a small tour bus where I'm forced to get along with you.

I wanted to take you back, honest, but I knew better. Much better. Barakat, live your life be happy. Forget about me, and most importantly, leave me alone. I'm done with all of your games, and excuses. Tired of everything we've gone through. Your apologies are nothing; sorry means you'll never do it again, but your a repeat offender.

I love you. Be happy.

-Andy



Something I'd never send, but I wrote to relieve the pain; to vent. My world was crashing down. With Jack and I together, everything turned into an immediate battle ground where numerous shots were taken. The poor others had to deal with it, and hide. I felt guilty for it, so guilty. And in those nine months in LA, I promised myself I'd never make contact with Barakat again, I guess I lied.