You tell your friends- all your so called friends what went on between us. But like anyone, you only stated what I’ve done. The bad I brought into the relationship. That’s the keyword though; RELATIONSHIP as in what both people have said and done.
There may have been a great deal of things in the past but I never turned you away. Your friends call me a bitch and a whore among other things but do they know what you are? Do they know all those times you made me feel like shit that I was hanging out with my friend but you were jealous? Those times “she wasn’t with” you? You “weren’t still going” with Breanna? Your guilty pleasure tagged you in a picture from a “long time ago”? You were “fake dating” her? My favorite is when you bitched at me for thinking there was something between you two.
Wasn’t that you on the phone with me crying, saying she wasn’t worth it and the famous line “I’m not tryna lose you Rose..”? I will admit that it was amusing you couldn’t even face me in the end. My exact words to you; “So what, this means you don’t love me anymore?” You were silent for a moment before whispering “No one ever said that..” It was that same night she had to make you call me. Then the night before my birthday, you attempt cursing me out. Just for future reference, it says alot when the guy you were inlove with can only come up with “fuck off” & “I’m done with your ass, have fun with your smoke life.” It’s been three years and that’s all you can say.
I could say so much more in response but I just kept my mouth shut. All of that was a month ago. I remember telling you that you were one of the three reasons I didn’t go through with killing myself. I’ve cried my eyes out every night since you left. It’s not even an exaggeration to tell you that you fucked my emotions up. I was always there, you just let me crash and burn gradually. Now it’s my turn to finally break away from you.
I ditched one of the most amazing guys around just to let you treat me like your rug. I’m even proud to say that I cheated on you with him. He’s never cheated in me and I’ve never cheated on him. As of right now, I’m working my ass off to make him see how much I still care. I promised myself I will never treat him the way I was by you. It’s impossible to count how many days I wished you were him when I was dating you. Although you’ve partially killed this emotion people call love, I loved him then and even more now. He’s never turned me away. When we talk, I know he’s listening. He’s better at everything including kissing. He doesn’t have a hideous wolverine up do and knows how to make me smile. A real smile.
Fuck you & your fatgrimeyorangecuntmunchingmidgetfreak.
Willy Wonka wants his daughter back.