Why did you push me to this Corey?
Hey SKANK,
Before you go blabbing to your friends, and posting on twitter about how your world is SO much better now, why not add the truth?
Better yet, tell all the asshats you would talk to about our relationship both sides of the story, and stop trying to get everyone to feel pity for you. You are pitiful, I’ll admit THAT.
Why not tell them how you always bitched that I don’t trust you? Why not tell them that you never gave me a reason TO trust you, and gave me plenty of reasons NOT to (read below). All I was to you was a stepping stone, and it was the worst year of my life that I will never get back. Be sure to tell them the petty excuses you made with the Jay incident. Trust - another word you obviously don’t know the meaning of.
Why not tell them how you constantly blamed ME that we never went out. Tell them how anytime we made plans, you would make sure we would be near a hospital in case you had a panic attack. You’re damn right I didn’t want to take you anywhere. You’re a fucking embarrassment.
Tell them how you blamed ME for your friends not talking to you. Be sure to tell them how YOU would ignore your text messages / calls for days at a time because you were glued to a stupid fucking video game. That’s MY fault though, right?
Why not add how YOU, just last night, said you still wanted to date me, but not live with me - because you’re living at another guys house (who you’re now fucking) who is OBSESSED with you. You have the audacity to tell me you love (another word you don’t know the meaning of) me, and than lie to me an hour later about something stupid (him buying you a $200 iPod at 11pm when you said you were going to bed). You know, the pompous 8th grade teacher who has a serious seniority complex. The guy who is supposed to be “unbiased” to give you an “intervention” (who by the way drove 16 hours to see you - but he isn’t obsessed) isn’t supposed to be trying to take you from me from day one (fact), and have MOTIVES. They guy you went out to do “errands” with for 6 hours, and I even caught you in lies that time too. The guy who is on every one of your messengers, games, and social sites, - yet he’s not a STALKER?? The guy who has his nose so far up your ass he can smell what you had for dinner. I’m sure he has more than that up your ass, you dirty PIG. I feel bad for the kids he teaches, seriously. I wonder how many of his students he used the “POSCTN” to in instant messages? I don’t / won’t COMPETE with or for ANYONE, you fucking idiot. Does he have a stop light in the bedroom where you sleep with him to tell you to shut up like he has in his classroom? We both know you hate sleeping alone. He wanted you, and he got you - I actually feel sorry for him - he has NO idea what he has gotten himself into (besides your ass), but who hasn’t been there… I can’t wait until you wake up one morning duct taped to the headboard with him hovering over you. You’re nothing but a lying whore, and you deserve anything that happens to you from this.
Why not tell them how you can’t even stay at your own parents house because they will make you get a JOB. There’s NO other reason, other than you’re a lazy piece of shit. You want a caretaker, not a lover.
Why not tell them how I threw YOU out because of your continuous flirting with other guys, lying about the dumbest shit, and overall skanky behavior? But, thank you for making me kick YOU out so you can’t USE me anymore.
Why not tell them that all of little panic attacks were all for attention - something you CRAVE. It’s called an ATTENTION WHORE.
Why not tell them about the other 8 times we split up, and what you did each time? Boohoo, i was molested. Boohoo I was coerced. Boohoo it was the wine. Right. I’m pretty damn sure your zipper didn’t just fall down by itself, and your clothes just fell off - EVERYTIME, right? How about the picture I found on your phone where you look pretty damn proud to be laying in bed with 2 guys. Hell, YOU took the damn picture. Would you like it? I still have it, you fucking whore. Oh, and thanks for the memory cards.
Why not tell them how you brought me to an EX’s house on thanksgiving last year, and failed to tell me he was an EX until we were almost home? You’re excuse? “knew you wouldn’t go”. No, the “excuse” is you’re simply a fucking whore who always likes to keep EX’s on the backburner for whenever the current guy dumps your sorry ass. I won’t be one of those EX’s, believe me. If any of your new VICTIMS of your skankiness contacts me, I will be sure to tell them EVERYTHING. I bet they will just love the picture.
Why aren’t you posting these FACTS??? Because you want everyone to feel sorry for you, that’s why.
We both certainly know that there’s much, much more, but I wouldn’t want you to over use that pea brain of yours. You’ll need all of the limited thought process you have to think about how you’ll fuck over this guy… and the next… and the next… with your fake smile, fake laugh, and overall FAKE life. You’ll eventually come across one who wont take your shit and beats the living hell out of you, or they will find you in a ditch with a rope around your neck. This is the point where I laugh so hard that I proceed to vomit. At least I will be at peace knowing you’re not doing this to someone else. Kind of the same feeling I get for ever meeting you in the first place. You make me sick.
OH… by the way. I’ve also taken the liberty of embedding a link to your little threesome pic. Anyone with half a brain can find it. I guess that rules YOU out. Enjoy!
As they say - if you love something, let it go. I actually DO (why I don’t know), which is unfortunately why I don’t care anymore. You’re not worth my health, heartaches, or sanity - no one is. Life WILL go on without you, and a better life it will be, day by day.
See ya later, you piece of shit. Oh wait - you won’t.
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