"Sorry, but your name isn't on the guest list to my life..."

The one thing I hate about having a past is that it inevitably comes back to haunt you/bite you in the ass. Trite, but that's all I got.
I guess without going into too much detail, I was contacted by someone with whom I'd rather not have contact with. Funny how that works. There are some people that I'd love to reconnect with and we've lost touch. And then there's those people that I've discarded from my life for a reason (usually a GOOD reason) and they take it upon themselves to try to make a comeback. Um, no thanks, I don't want you in my life...EVER AGAIN. Thanks for stopping by...have a nice day and fuck you very much.
Ugh.
I hate life right about now.
But I'm done complaining.