Dear Jay,

I saw you at Perkins.
I had a panic attack, had to leave the section we were in and go to the lobby.
I cried a little.
When I finally mustered up the courage to go back in, you did nothing but stare.
You were with some girl that didn't look over 18.
I'm very tempted to call your probation officer and ask about your new "girlfriend".
You make me sick.
I don't deserve to let you run my life like this.
Yet I do...
I couldn't stop thinking about your eyes on the back of my head the whole time.
I wanted to go ask that girl if she knew ANYTHING about you.

You disgust me.

Go to h*ll.

-Megan