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Haaaa, wow, so I guess Martyr McManchild got his phone turned back on because he called me and then left me a bitchy message on what I think is Facebook (I didn't recognize the notification but that's what I'm guessing it was. I uninstalled messenger so it wasn't that). I didn't open it but it started with something like "hahaha I can't believe you're seriously being like this". Um... really? Because I can. And I will continue to be because I literally don't owe you anything except maybe getting all the shit you left at my house back to you instead of using it as bonfire fuel so✌byeeee.
Like, literally any time he crosses my mind I just seethe with anger. It's ridiculous. One person should not make me this angry, but he does. Which is exactly why I'm avoiding him. I just need to get his shit back to him somehow. Ugh. I might ask one of my guy friends to go with me for backup just in case. Or I can just leave it on his friend's doorstep in a box with his name on it and not say shit, which is probably what I'm most likely going to do.
What pisses me off even more is like, he only cares this much that I cut him off because that means no more free rides, no more free food, no more comfy place to crash for days at a time, and no more feeding his delusion that he's somehow "saving" me because he's so fucking stupid he thinks that "love" will like, cure my anxiety and depression and I'll turn into some perpetually stoned, acid-dropping hippie chick that fucking crawled out of a tent at Burning Man. Bitch, in what universe? You can say you love me as much as you want but um... loving someone doesn't involve projecting your idea of who you want them to be onto them while consistently never listening to their needs and wants, deciding what their needs and wants are *for* them, and then acting like a little cunt when they politely refuse whatever you're offering, and then STILL holding it over their head like you did them some huge favor and acting like you're somehow being victimized. That's being, what's the word...oh yeah, a fucking narcissist. Luckily you're not even good at doing that much so thanks for displaying your red flags prominently from the jump :) saves me the trouble of having to drag on a miserable shitshow of a relationship with you first. So you can shove your version of "love" right up your ass.
Oh, and if you actually knew me or cared to know who I *actually* am, you would know that I'm only snarky and bitchy towards people that irritate the shit out of me because I have to constantly explain the same shit to them over and over and over again. And that day we got into the argument that caused me to ghost your ass? That's not me being "normal" angry. That's "you fucked up and I'm done with your sorry ass" angry. If it was my normal angry, I would be over it by now, would have talked things out and resolved it, and we would still be talking currently. But you've proven multiple times that you literally can't comprehend anything other than whatever dumbshit thoughts are swirling around in your head, so even attempting to talk anything out or resolve it with you is completely pointless. Plus you have absolutely no boundaries. So, I'm done. I'm not putting up with your immature high school boyfriend shit and if you think there's even a chance that I'll come crawling back to you apologizing, you're sorely mistaken.
So in conclusion, fuck you, fuck off, and I hope the next girl that's subjected to your fuckery sees the red flags even more quickly than I did 🖕
Like, literally any time he crosses my mind I just seethe with anger. It's ridiculous. One person should not make me this angry, but he does. Which is exactly why I'm avoiding him. I just need to get his shit back to him somehow. Ugh. I might ask one of my guy friends to go with me for backup just in case. Or I can just leave it on his friend's doorstep in a box with his name on it and not say shit, which is probably what I'm most likely going to do.
What pisses me off even more is like, he only cares this much that I cut him off because that means no more free rides, no more free food, no more comfy place to crash for days at a time, and no more feeding his delusion that he's somehow "saving" me because he's so fucking stupid he thinks that "love" will like, cure my anxiety and depression and I'll turn into some perpetually stoned, acid-dropping hippie chick that fucking crawled out of a tent at Burning Man. Bitch, in what universe? You can say you love me as much as you want but um... loving someone doesn't involve projecting your idea of who you want them to be onto them while consistently never listening to their needs and wants, deciding what their needs and wants are *for* them, and then acting like a little cunt when they politely refuse whatever you're offering, and then STILL holding it over their head like you did them some huge favor and acting like you're somehow being victimized. That's being, what's the word...oh yeah, a fucking narcissist. Luckily you're not even good at doing that much so thanks for displaying your red flags prominently from the jump :) saves me the trouble of having to drag on a miserable shitshow of a relationship with you first. So you can shove your version of "love" right up your ass.
Oh, and if you actually knew me or cared to know who I *actually* am, you would know that I'm only snarky and bitchy towards people that irritate the shit out of me because I have to constantly explain the same shit to them over and over and over again. And that day we got into the argument that caused me to ghost your ass? That's not me being "normal" angry. That's "you fucked up and I'm done with your sorry ass" angry. If it was my normal angry, I would be over it by now, would have talked things out and resolved it, and we would still be talking currently. But you've proven multiple times that you literally can't comprehend anything other than whatever dumbshit thoughts are swirling around in your head, so even attempting to talk anything out or resolve it with you is completely pointless. Plus you have absolutely no boundaries. So, I'm done. I'm not putting up with your immature high school boyfriend shit and if you think there's even a chance that I'll come crawling back to you apologizing, you're sorely mistaken.
So in conclusion, fuck you, fuck off, and I hope the next girl that's subjected to your fuckery sees the red flags even more quickly than I did 🖕