( Dear Abusive Loser Ex-Boyfriend )

Fuck my life. Fuck my luck. Fuck my taste in people. Fuck the Livejournal cut. Just fuck it all.

You want to know my fucking relationship history in a nutshell? Here it is; start to finish. Yes, finish. I've fucking had it. I hope you'll understand why by the end of this.

Enter boyfriend A. Much older (I was 15; he was starting in a very prestigious ( Read more... )