I'm done with this bullshit...
I am about sick and fucking tired of crazy ass ex-girlfriends being jealous of the relationship I have with their ONCE significant other.
You know what? It wasn't MY FUCKING FAULT THAT HE CHOSE ME.
When were you with him? OH, wait... FOUR YEARS AGO.
You prancing around without your shirt on - on purpose to try and piss me off, mind you - doesn't fucking bother me, because I think it's hysterical that you feel you need to go to such lengths to get him to look at you while he's there with his girlfriend and while YOUR GIRLFRIEND IS IN YOUR BEDROOM.
Actually, that part DID piss me off, you disrespectful bitch. If I were your girlfriend I would have told you to go fuck yourself. I'm sure she wasn't impressed with the way that you continued to talk about how good your ex-boyfriend's dick felt, and how good he was at eating your pussy. God knows I wasn't, and he wasn't either.
You know? NO ONE wants to know that. That's yours to keep, and it's only a memory now. IT'S YOUR PAST. Obviously it wasn't meant to work out, or it would have, you fucking jackass. I'm sorry that you pine away for the way things used to be. Obviously you weren't worth the time and effort, or you'd still be together. Don't take your fucking broken heart out on me.
I can't wait until I see you again. Granted, I'm not fucking insecure enough about myself to start these fucking games, but I'm a Goddamn professional at ending them. I WILL kill you with kindness and seeming oblivion as to what's going on.
I had read you from front to back like a fucking book before your first sentence had escaped your mouth. THAT'S how fucking good I am. NO ONE can beat me no matter how hard they try. I'm a fucking genius when it comes to turning someone like you into a seething rage when it seems like I have no idea what's going on.
It's obvious that you want a confrontation, and you're not going to get it. I'm going to play the nice guy just like you did until you broke because the sight of me was too much to bear. I enjoyed the role change from supporting friend to a rude, ill-mannered, jealous cunt. I'm sorry that you want what you can't have. No, I'm not sorry, I'm glad. People like you, who try so hard to make others feel horrible, deserve to be miserable and unsatisfied with life. And I'm damn glad that you make it so obvious that you are. It's pathetic.
That makes my job a whole lot easier, though, because now I won't have to work so hard at this little fucking game of yours. I WILL wear you out, I WILL make you question yourself, I WILL win. There's nothing you can do to hurt me or make me jealous.
You don't know what you're up against. I've won many a battle and I'm not about to lose this one.
You've met your fucking match.
Let my victory show you that you're not as subtle, sly and smart as you thought you were. Some people may buy it, but I'm not willing to spend that kind of money.
Build a bridge and get the fuck over it.
You know what? It wasn't MY FUCKING FAULT THAT HE CHOSE ME.
When were you with him? OH, wait... FOUR YEARS AGO.
You prancing around without your shirt on - on purpose to try and piss me off, mind you - doesn't fucking bother me, because I think it's hysterical that you feel you need to go to such lengths to get him to look at you while he's there with his girlfriend and while YOUR GIRLFRIEND IS IN YOUR BEDROOM.
Actually, that part DID piss me off, you disrespectful bitch. If I were your girlfriend I would have told you to go fuck yourself. I'm sure she wasn't impressed with the way that you continued to talk about how good your ex-boyfriend's dick felt, and how good he was at eating your pussy. God knows I wasn't, and he wasn't either.
You know? NO ONE wants to know that. That's yours to keep, and it's only a memory now. IT'S YOUR PAST. Obviously it wasn't meant to work out, or it would have, you fucking jackass. I'm sorry that you pine away for the way things used to be. Obviously you weren't worth the time and effort, or you'd still be together. Don't take your fucking broken heart out on me.
I can't wait until I see you again. Granted, I'm not fucking insecure enough about myself to start these fucking games, but I'm a Goddamn professional at ending them. I WILL kill you with kindness and seeming oblivion as to what's going on.
I had read you from front to back like a fucking book before your first sentence had escaped your mouth. THAT'S how fucking good I am. NO ONE can beat me no matter how hard they try. I'm a fucking genius when it comes to turning someone like you into a seething rage when it seems like I have no idea what's going on.
It's obvious that you want a confrontation, and you're not going to get it. I'm going to play the nice guy just like you did until you broke because the sight of me was too much to bear. I enjoyed the role change from supporting friend to a rude, ill-mannered, jealous cunt. I'm sorry that you want what you can't have. No, I'm not sorry, I'm glad. People like you, who try so hard to make others feel horrible, deserve to be miserable and unsatisfied with life. And I'm damn glad that you make it so obvious that you are. It's pathetic.
That makes my job a whole lot easier, though, because now I won't have to work so hard at this little fucking game of yours. I WILL wear you out, I WILL make you question yourself, I WILL win. There's nothing you can do to hurt me or make me jealous.
You don't know what you're up against. I've won many a battle and I'm not about to lose this one.
You've met your fucking match.
Let my victory show you that you're not as subtle, sly and smart as you thought you were. Some people may buy it, but I'm not willing to spend that kind of money.
Build a bridge and get the fuck over it.