Please get out of my head. Lately, you’ve been the subject of my nightmares. Even though we no longer speak, and I hold no interest in ever seeing, or speaking to you again, I can’t get rid of your memory. Please vacate the premises immediately. I’ve moved on, and no longer wish to be plagued and haunted by you in my sleep. If you show up in one more of my nightmares, I may need to invest a large sum of money in research dedicated toward the procedure used in “Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind.” I can’t stand the fact that you still linger.
Sincerely, the boy you helped ruin
PS. Enjoy your pregnancy, and the Clap. Aren’t you glad you left me for him?