I hate you.

I have since-

well,

not the first day I met you.

The first day I liked you.

I had to have you.

It was the second

day when I realized.

Realized what a menace you are.

I tried to get rid of you.

I tried to tell them.

But they didn't believe me.

They thought I was cray

when I said I saw you

in my room,

sitting on my bed,

in the middle of the night.

The next morning you

were back where they

thought

you belonged.

I knew the truth.

I took the first opportunity I could to rid my life of you.

I thought I was doen with you.

It was years before I saw you

again.

I'd forgotten about you.

Then along came my birthday.

They said it was a present

from my dreams.

More like a nightmare.