I have to say.

My dislike for T is not unbased. I do not find freedom and joy that he has left. I do not feel sadness and despair when he is here. He is but the boyfriend of L.

His being here has no impact on me besides the fact that I can't take the PDA and the mess.

He annoyed me and made a bad lasting impression during that time when the internet was down, and L and I shared computers. Because it was on dial-up, the internet could only be used on one computer. Seeing as I was paying for the fees, I used mine.

And he dared to complain, "Why the f*** are you using her computer? Why can't you use yours? Isn't it unfair that she's hogging all the internet?"

Well, he wrote it to L of course, and it popped up on my screen, willing me to read it.

I mean, if you have a problem with me, tell me. Don't go behind my back and talk about me.

And if you're coming, it'd be nice to know that you are. Surprise L, I'm all for it. It's romantic and lovey dovey and all. But just a note, it's nice to know. It's less nice to see you appear here, and then ask if I'm okay with you staying. That really isn't a question anymore.

And that's all I have to say. My bucket is poured clean. It's time to fill it up with new things.