Finding the words.. o boyy this shit has taken two hours to write because unlike you I hold back on what i say and i dont say it to other people. To be honest this is pretty reserve, i could of easily gone much darked and cuntyer but like i said this has taken around two hours to write because unlike you, i dont dispose of people, i get attached and even when they are cunt i still find it difficult to find the words to talk shit about them. This will be the last post about you, i just needed to get this off my chest.. y’a know being my blog.
Its quite amusing from my stand point because your friends already know. They know what time of manipulated you are and how you have lied to them for months, breaking their trust in the in the process. But as you would put it.. im just a fucked up lad who got beat from his dad. Well i guess fuck you. Fyi, i know you’ve been talking about me. YOUR FRIENDS HAVE TOLD ME. FRIENDS male and surprisingly female. Lol @ you i guess. At least have the common decency to stop running your mouth and playing the fucking victim. I dont go around talking to my friends about you are little things you told me in confidence like your kinky behavior or how you felt when your dad tried to get in contact with you via your mum. YOU TOLD ME THOSE THINGS NO ONE ELSE. so why talk about me and what ive told you when I simply do not do it to you? Its called respect, i know its probably alien to you and you cannot muster that kind of responsibility but at least fucking try. I could easily run my mouth of to Ed or the new guy or talk about you behind your back and tell people your fucked up, because lets be honest princess, i may cut myself and shut my self away but at-least im not like you. You use people, and claim not to deal with emotions when you are borderline bipolar and cannot control yourself when other people have emotions. Remember the time when i brought you a pregnancy test? and how happy you we’re when you found out you we’re not and you jumped in to arms, i didn’t spend my money go out of my way just because i wanted to get in to bed with you, i did those things because i generally cared about you and your well being, your problems lies within yourself constantly lying, i bet you cant even remember the reason you blocked my number. I can. I don’t want to be sour or angry, it just fucking hurts to know that you could turn your back so cold when i did things for you no one else would and go out of way to make sure your’e alright even when I was busy i made time, because i thought you were worth my time and that even now your constantly chattering about me, when i choose not to talk about not because your not on my mind, because sometimes you are. My self harm has nothing to do with you, or even my dad there is more going on in my life then a girl who made me think hmm one day and fucked up relationship with my father. Just don’t think about talking to me because all you ever do is talk about me and i am seriously done with your pettiness. its pathetic. You acted like a complete cunt to me and yet you still talk about me when I haven’t even said one bad thing about you or told anyone the things you told me in confidence.