Undo it.

"You had my heart, now I want it back
I'm starting to see everything you lack
Boy you blew it, you put me through it
I wanna uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-undo it"

Dearest Shithead -

Oh fucking wah. So what - I deleted you from Facebook. Typically you only "friend" those you like. And guess what? I don't like you.

Here's a definition for you since you love Wikipedia so much - "Thursday is the fourth day of the week according to the ISO 8601 international standard adopted in most western countries.It falls between Wednesday and Friday. The name is derived from Old English Þūnresdæg and Middle English Thuresday, which means "Thunor's day". That would be the day your sorry ass needs to have your shit packed and out of my house. Not Friday, not Monday. Thursday. Four days from today. Thursday.

Got it? Thursday.

Oh and as a response to your nasty little email I got Friday night - I can think for myself. Imagine that. It doesn't take a genius to figure out you're a fucktard. I don't need a group of people holding my hand for that. But, since you think I have lots of little voices telling me what to do, I'd like to introduce them to you. They're called friends. Cousins. Aunts. Mother. Father. Complete strangers. Mother-in-law. Father-in-law (that one will chap your hide for sure). And they have formed my own web of support. Not one has "pumped stuff in my ear" as you like to say. They're all here to listen to me cry, bitch and rage against you. I'm sorry if your support group is perhaps, missing. But you've done that to yourself.

Oh and in case you've missed it, tomorrow will be exactly one month since I left your pathetic excuse of an existence. That's 29 days, 696 hours, or 41,760 minutes you've been without me. One month down - 11 more to go. And you know what? I. Can't. Wait.