Because that's just the kind of girl I am, that's why.

I just sent Crush an email congratulating him on his engagement. Maybe I was motivated by insane anger and jealousy, but I really don't care. Part of me hopes that he feels like a huge, herpe'd penis when he reads it, but another part of me hopes he won't care and won't respond with an apology so that I can continue to hate him forever.
Incidentally, the sermon at church last Sunday was on the subject of forgivness; how it is neccessary and how if we have not forgiveness in our hearts it only serves to harm us. It's true. Crush doesn't care that I can't forgive him for butchering my heart. Only I (and maybe you, Reader) care. Who benefits? Not me. I am not at that point where forgivness makes sense.
Personal note to Ben: Now I understand your need to call Pointy Face. At the same time, I wonder why we feel the need to ask them why they don't love us, when not loving us should be reason enough.