I can’t even tell you how much I want to say fuck you, because those words don’t even begin to cover it.
I hope you either treat the next one better, or they treat you like you treated me.
I can’t even tell you how much I want to say fuck you, because those words don’t even begin to cover it.
I hope you either treat the next one better, or they treat you like you treated me.
“I couldn’t help but feel like I was being manipulated, like she wanted me to feel bad.”
Oh, I’m sorry. I guess you shouldn’t feel bad for leaving for over a month during our seven month relationship, missing multiple anniversaries, and just plain leaving me. My bad.
I was there for you through everything. I put up with all of your horse shit. You leaving me, you never taking care of me, you never giving me the time of day.
And y e t, I’m the one manipulating you.
I can’t even tell you how much that disgusts me.
When he left, I said he finally realized I was never going to be good enough.
Now it’s very true.
I’m glad he’s happy.
It kills me that it’s not with me.
I can’t do it. I can’t do this.