A Response To A False Claim.
A Response To A False Claim,
You say what you want. This is the truth. That is the truth. Nothing has EVER been the truth with you. Yes. My life is a complete party. Woo.Fucking Hoo. Although, I'm obviously not in a happy part of my schooling, music, and relationship. You are absolutely right in saying that you don't know me. You know nothing about me and never have. Your name doesn't come from me at any get togethers. It comes from everyone you've hurt or fucked over. Anytime anyone even begins to mention you, it has to do with a joke or sarcastic crack about NEVER to let you near them. You're a big part of my past, obviously. I'm allowed to say what I want, and when I want, and I will continue to do so among when I feel like it. You can jab with your "truths" and all of this, yet never seem to admit all the times you tried to keep me hanging on, and all the cover ups you made. All the conversations that were HEARD and read by the people that you lied to 10 minutes after lying the opposite to me. The lies to your boyfriend at the time...whether he deserved it or not. I'm over you, and I have been for a long time now. But I don't like thinking about you. I don't like the idea of you. I don't like the idea of anyone close of mine getting anywhere near you, and I will make that known.
You sit there and honestly believe these "friends" of yours that join along with the fun and knowledge that you're the way you are. You complained/complain constantly about being heartbroken to me, to anyone...yet you cheated on him just as well. You even told me you did. That makes you better? You have the balls to talk about drama, when you hop from guy to guy, making them feel just wanted enough to hope for something, then pushing them away after you get what you want...whatever that may be. Attention, Sex, A quick smile, a compliment, anything to make you see yourself as better than you are....then you complain that its your bleeding heart for Jon. Boo Fucking Hoo. You loved him. Yeah. You bet you did.
I'm fucking GLAD you think you've got life together. Now maybe you can stop wishing you had everyone else's life. You aren't even close to the same person you ever were. That is obvious...but I don't care. Do I miss the friendship that I once had with you? NO. Because I don't even know what was true and what was a fucking LIE with you. You were never truly heartbroken. You were lost because you didn't get the attention that you craved from people. The only attention you got was negative, and you couldn't handle it. You can't handle anything. YOU don't know what it feels like to lose the one you love, because the only person you thought you loved, you knew you didn't the day you started being together...because you knew he'd cheat. But fuck it. He obviously wasn't happy, huh?
You give off this false fucking feel that I constantly contact you or something. I sent you a message that says "You owe me 40 dollers." Which made me laugh, because I was reading through old messages. Don't make it seem like it was anything more.
This is the last thing you will ever recieve from me...and none of it was in hate or anger...maybe some spite...and a lot of regret, for ever seeing anything more in you than I ever did Arron Wood. You and her are the same...and to most of the people around me, most of your "friends". You were worse.
I'm happy, have a great job, getting a great education, and have a great relationship.
Pardon me if I don't blame every hardship in my life on the same fucking "heartbreak"
You should talk about letting things die. Keep the drama for your mamma. I know its all she's got anyway.
That is all.
Peace and Love.
You say what you want. This is the truth. That is the truth. Nothing has EVER been the truth with you. Yes. My life is a complete party. Woo.Fucking Hoo. Although, I'm obviously not in a happy part of my schooling, music, and relationship. You are absolutely right in saying that you don't know me. You know nothing about me and never have. Your name doesn't come from me at any get togethers. It comes from everyone you've hurt or fucked over. Anytime anyone even begins to mention you, it has to do with a joke or sarcastic crack about NEVER to let you near them. You're a big part of my past, obviously. I'm allowed to say what I want, and when I want, and I will continue to do so among when I feel like it. You can jab with your "truths" and all of this, yet never seem to admit all the times you tried to keep me hanging on, and all the cover ups you made. All the conversations that were HEARD and read by the people that you lied to 10 minutes after lying the opposite to me. The lies to your boyfriend at the time...whether he deserved it or not. I'm over you, and I have been for a long time now. But I don't like thinking about you. I don't like the idea of you. I don't like the idea of anyone close of mine getting anywhere near you, and I will make that known.
You sit there and honestly believe these "friends" of yours that join along with the fun and knowledge that you're the way you are. You complained/complain constantly about being heartbroken to me, to anyone...yet you cheated on him just as well. You even told me you did. That makes you better? You have the balls to talk about drama, when you hop from guy to guy, making them feel just wanted enough to hope for something, then pushing them away after you get what you want...whatever that may be. Attention, Sex, A quick smile, a compliment, anything to make you see yourself as better than you are....then you complain that its your bleeding heart for Jon. Boo Fucking Hoo. You loved him. Yeah. You bet you did.
I'm fucking GLAD you think you've got life together. Now maybe you can stop wishing you had everyone else's life. You aren't even close to the same person you ever were. That is obvious...but I don't care. Do I miss the friendship that I once had with you? NO. Because I don't even know what was true and what was a fucking LIE with you. You were never truly heartbroken. You were lost because you didn't get the attention that you craved from people. The only attention you got was negative, and you couldn't handle it. You can't handle anything. YOU don't know what it feels like to lose the one you love, because the only person you thought you loved, you knew you didn't the day you started being together...because you knew he'd cheat. But fuck it. He obviously wasn't happy, huh?
You give off this false fucking feel that I constantly contact you or something. I sent you a message that says "You owe me 40 dollers." Which made me laugh, because I was reading through old messages. Don't make it seem like it was anything more.
This is the last thing you will ever recieve from me...and none of it was in hate or anger...maybe some spite...and a lot of regret, for ever seeing anything more in you than I ever did Arron Wood. You and her are the same...and to most of the people around me, most of your "friends". You were worse.
I'm happy, have a great job, getting a great education, and have a great relationship.
Pardon me if I don't blame every hardship in my life on the same fucking "heartbreak"
You should talk about letting things die. Keep the drama for your mamma. I know its all she's got anyway.
That is all.
Peace and Love.