This is for you, you fuck.
While I sit at this god-awful laptop screen, I gather the things I have learned the past few days and the things I have learned from the past 3 years. And it's sad.
You're so disrespectful and fake it's DISGUSTING! How can you say one thing and do another? You're so caught up in your own world you have no fucking clue what's going on. Or you do, and you pretend you don't. In fact, I'm almost positive you do know that all of the things you tell your "friends" (which are actually MY friends) will come back to me. And you thrive on it. It makes you feel so much better because you can finally get back at me for.. what? For wanting things to be right? The only reason you got me those fucking roses was to give one last plea. But when was the last time you gave me anything remotely trivial yet thoughtful before that? It was too late and you knew it.
And you were so hurt, right? In such pain even though I was the one, ME, CRYING for 5 straight fucking hours. You, sitting there, shaking your head, thinking about which movie you're going to compare my sentences to next. It makes me sick knowing that my hurt feelings are giving you the satisfaction you need to keep going. To keep trying to stick your little fucking dick in anything that fucking walks. I am so disappointed in you as a person. It makes me wonder why I still even give half a shit about you. And why do I? Do you even know?
I guess you wouldn't seeing as you don't listen to a godammed word I say. You don't hear " I love you, but when was the last time we were happy? We should break up. " You hear "We need to break up and I never loved you." What the hell is wrong with that head of yours? When are you going to grow up?
I hope you're happy with the person you are now. I hope you're happy with the way your life is going and I hope you get all the loose pussy you want and I hope that all the dumb bitches that decide to let you win them over with your movie-buff antics and your cheesy puns feel as lost, confused, and disrespected as I do.
And I'm sure as hell happy you don't have my life anymore.
Go fuck yourself.
Oh, and P.S. I'M STILL MOVING TO NEW YORK. HAH!
You're so disrespectful and fake it's DISGUSTING! How can you say one thing and do another? You're so caught up in your own world you have no fucking clue what's going on. Or you do, and you pretend you don't. In fact, I'm almost positive you do know that all of the things you tell your "friends" (which are actually MY friends) will come back to me. And you thrive on it. It makes you feel so much better because you can finally get back at me for.. what? For wanting things to be right? The only reason you got me those fucking roses was to give one last plea. But when was the last time you gave me anything remotely trivial yet thoughtful before that? It was too late and you knew it.
And you were so hurt, right? In such pain even though I was the one, ME, CRYING for 5 straight fucking hours. You, sitting there, shaking your head, thinking about which movie you're going to compare my sentences to next. It makes me sick knowing that my hurt feelings are giving you the satisfaction you need to keep going. To keep trying to stick your little fucking dick in anything that fucking walks. I am so disappointed in you as a person. It makes me wonder why I still even give half a shit about you. And why do I? Do you even know?
I guess you wouldn't seeing as you don't listen to a godammed word I say. You don't hear " I love you, but when was the last time we were happy? We should break up. " You hear "We need to break up and I never loved you." What the hell is wrong with that head of yours? When are you going to grow up?
I hope you're happy with the person you are now. I hope you're happy with the way your life is going and I hope you get all the loose pussy you want and I hope that all the dumb bitches that decide to let you win them over with your movie-buff antics and your cheesy puns feel as lost, confused, and disrespected as I do.
And I'm sure as hell happy you don't have my life anymore.
Go fuck yourself.
Oh, and P.S. I'M STILL MOVING TO NEW YORK. HAH!