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I don’t know if my ex can read this, because my tumblr URL has changed and I have unfollowed him on every single social network, and he has as well, but this is the only way he can see it, and I won’t use his name for his own security.

Firstly, in the recents weeks we have broken up, you have behaved terribly towards me. I have remained with my head held high about what happened. I’ve gotten on with my life, and done everything the right way. You, on the other hand, have talked to me on eight separate occasions, only one of them for a specific reason. The other reasons you talked to me were not only unnecessary, but insulting to myself. You asked my opinion on another guy you were interested in, you told me about how you’ve had all these messy nights and hit on people, and worst of all, when we had a fight and we knew we were going to the same club, you said ‘Hah! Well good luck trying to avoid me’. That is just appalling and irrational behaviour.

Secondly, you told me to stop posting things about you on my Tumblr. I did so only twice, and they were both in a positive or funny light. I think it highly hypocritical of you that you would say that to me given my next post…

Thirdly, how DARE you be such a filthy, ridiculous whore on the internet. I have never been so disgusted at someone in my life. You not only, mere hours after we broke up, posting half naked photos of you, but then yesterday I discovered something that made me blanch. You did a professional photo shoot that not only highlighted your looks, but I’m pretty sure in at least half your post, your ass, dick, chest, legs and all the rest of your body was out or covered in water. What the fuck do you think you are playing at you dickhead? Not only is it proof that you actually never cared about me, nor actually cared about anyone else, but it is proof that you are the most self-centred asshole I have ever had the misfortune to meet. THEN you post those photos on instagram, and boy did the internet love you. You now have over 1000 people following you who would LOVE to take advantage of you and only follow you because you have looks. How do you feel about that huh? How does it make you feel knowing that you have to make yourself feel better about yourself by whoring yourself out on the internet? I am horrified, and my friends who have seen this are shocked that you could be so insensitive and stupid. There was also no reason to do such a stupid thing besides your own vanity and the fact that you only care about yourself. Additionally, I have never been so embarrassed for someone in my entire life. My closest friends all packed up with laughter (after the initial horror and shock) that someone could be so ridiculous and stupid as to do something like that. I am so embarrassed for you.

Fourthly, your twitter, your instagram AND your foursquare are all under your FULL REAL NAME. What is going to happen when you actually want to apply for the job in your career path? What’s going to happen? Your employer is going to see all these nude photos of you and you are easily searchable on google and you’re going to have a hard time explaining that to your employer when they discover it. Why do you think my social sites besides Facebook carry only my first name? Because I’m intelligent and realise how damaging the the internet can be. Why couldn’t you be as mature as I stupidly thought you were? Look at my instagram, look at my twitter, I don’t post such ridiculous and self absorbed and damaging things for the public domain. Someone actually direct messaged me saying ‘You are so right, Those instagram nudes can’t be taken back’. So you’ve royally fucked that up. And a side note to that, I found you on Tumblr. yes you have made it to one of the world’s largest microblogging sites, so good luck.

Fifthly, STOP. LIKING. MY. FUCKING. PHOTOS. Stop communicating with me. STOP liking my friends photos. Stop doing that. Stop it now. My friends are sick and tired of it, and I am SICK of it as well. I hate seeing you on my feed, I hate seeing your name, I hate every thing you do to stick your nose into my life. YOU dumped ME, so STOP talking to me. I have not made a move towards you because that’s what ex’s do, THEY DON’T TALK TO EACH OTHER.

Sixthly, it has taken all my effort not to publicly post your stupid stupid photos anywhere. You know why? because unlike you, I actually know what happens when shit happens on the internet. You can’t escape it. I have been in that position and it is a very very scary thing to happen. You don’t want to do it. You don’t want to be outed as that person.

Seventh, I’ll just say this. I know when we broke up we may have thought of being friends, but that isn’t happening. You have shown a side of you that was visible when we dated, but now it’s coming out in full force because you can’t live with the fact that you are a miserable, LONELY person who has to get others to validate him behind a camera and an internet connection. You may think I needed you and i fell apart when I lost you, but I have never been better. I’ve gotten on with my life as a mature person, working, doing my job, and being normal. In real life, if any of my friends met you again, they’d kick the shit out of you being such a douche. 

Eighth, you have zero tact. You seem to think it OK to say things like ‘What do you think of this guy’ or ‘yeah i met someone’ just weeks after it all fell apart. I have never known someone to be so insensitive. I certainly don’t do this to anyone I know because it’s just plain rude.

So here’s what I’m going to suggest to you

1. You change your name on that photo blog, and you change your instagram and twitter name. Or you erase it. This isn’t because I care about you, it’s because the internet is for life and nothing can every be truly erased. You will be found being naked on the internet you self absorbed little shit, and it will destroy you. It will chase you forever and you will regret it.

2. You stop communicating with me FULL. STOP. You do not like my photos, you do not like my friend’s photos, because they, like me, are sick of it. 

3. You erase those nude photos as quick as you can. The faster the better, because it will be less likely someone will find them and expose you, as it were.

4. You sit back, take a long hard look at yourself, and realise not only how badly you treated me, and how unbelievably stupid you are, and how ridiculous you look in the eyes of everyone around you. What if your parents or friends discovered these photos? 

I told my friends when you dumped me that i’d rather have my friends for fifty years and have them stick around, than have a boyfriend who doesn’t listen and behaves like that. At least when i broke up with you, they stuck around and talked to me about it and I felt at home and good about everything that happened. I bet you locked everything up in your head and you used your own looks to get around it and did shallow things to distract yourself from what you really are. You don’t see me shouting from the rooftops I’m single and ready to mingle. I don’t tell you how messy my nights are. I don’t ask your opinion about some guy. Why don’t I do that? Because I have tact, and I am being a mature person about this. And that’s something I never though I’d actually think of myself as being - mature.

The bottom line is you are the worst type of person on the internet - you use yourself and your looks to validate your own worth, instead of striving to your achievements and being quietly proud of them, like everyone else on this earth.

You are also the worst type of person to actually be around physically. You think it’s ok to flirt with guys and get up all on them and post semi nude photos of yourself WHILST WE WERE DATING. I don’t know what I ever saw in you, and the sad thing is, you talked to me first, you said you loved me first, and then you turned around and threw it all away you son of a bitch.

Personally, I don’t care if you see this, because unlike your stupid photos, I don’t name you, and nobody will be able to find you. this is something I’ve wanted to say for a LONG time.

So thanks for going out with me on Anzac Day eve, then dumping me at 4:30am, then promising not to dump me, then dumping me 5 hours later. You couldn’t even dump me you fucking coward. I had to drag the words out of you, and you said ‘this is hard for me’. OH IT’S REALLY HARD FOR YOU TO TOSS SOMEONE ASIDE, SWITCH YOURSELF OFF AND WHORE YOURSELF OUT TO THE INTERNET. You lying prick.

And yeah, I’ll stop posting things about you on the internet, when you stop whoring yourself out you vicious hypocrite. The only reason you are doing this is not only get back at me, put also distract yourself from what a sad, lonely person you are.

What you are doing is not only destroying any self worth you have, it’s destroying any respect I had for you, any the rare times you actually complimented my achievements or appearances, because you are so self-centred. You never cared about me. You never loved me. I was just a test drive for four months so you could see if you were over your previous ex. Good fucking riddance you little shit. You destroyed any self confidence I had, and any liked about myself have been erased thanks to you rocking out with your cock out. I hope you crash down very soon to the level I am at, because by then, I’ll be the person that you could never be - confident, honest, modest and caring.

I hope you get your comeuppance soon about this. Actually, no, I don’t wish that upon people, unlike you, because I’ve been there, and it sucks. I just hope you realise the apocalyptic mistake you have made and rectify it soon. And I won’t be there to hold your hand or give you advice, because you’ll actually need it, and you’ll be so lost without it.

And there’s a WHOLE bunch of shit I’ve left out of here out of, would you believe it, respect for you. 

You are arrogant, self-centred and immature, and it’s appalling that you don’t see it. 

I just can’t believe how stupid I was to even talk to you in the first place.

And if you so much as make ONE attempt to contact me, you know I am not going to speak to you. I’m going to leave you to stew, like you did to me so frequently.