Day 7 — An Ex
Since I got myself started and it is a new day and I can’t fall asleep here we go. This is something that I’ve been meaning to tell you for quite sometime and I’m pretty sure you’re reading this.
First of all, fuck you. I’m better off without you and I’m sure as hell not going to touch that ever again with a ten foot pole. I know who I am and I’m not going to let you undermine my character with deceit, lies, and trickery. Who the fuck wants that? Here’s a few things you should take into effect, if you truly want to be a better person.
1. Stop lying. - To whom you might ask? Well for starters, yourself. Do you really think that you’re innocent? Oh, back in the day when I used to be carefree in the world. No one is carefree in this freaking world. It’s FUCKED UP, GET USED TO IT. It’s the people you meet, who you keep and the choices that you make that determine what lessons you learn about what the world “really” is.
To whom else you might ask? Well I for one. I actually gave a damn about you because THAT’S HOW I AM. I CHOOSE not to put myself at the top of some hierarchy. I put others BEFORE MYSELF. Until that fateful day, I still actually believed you. I believed every single lie that came out of your mouth despite what everyone said about you. You even said that I was a little bitch and I cried about it. You know what really happened? I was so shocked and disgusted you didn’t even know the anger that coursed through me that night. Your reputation precedes you now.
To whom else? Well apart from you and me, which was personal and it feels really good to let it out, there’s everyone else. Don’t say that some person is your best friend and they’ve walked away from you. Don’t try to twist the truth, don’t tell lies or exaggerate the experiences you’ve been through. Just stop it. Just stop it for your sake. Yes, I still carry some resentment as in the end, I wasted my time on you, but I actually learned a lesson from this.
2. Move on with your life. - I can’t even fathom how many times I’ve heard the same sad story from you. Every single time about how “I” was the victim. That “I” was the one who was abused and mistreated. My parents hated me and were always disappointed. Just grow up and stop blaming everything on other people. Also, stop testing people to see who they really are. Guys hate CUNTS who do that! There are many other experiences beyond high school and your 6 month anniversary. It’s been like 3 years already! Stop making excuses. Yeah I went there. FUCK YOU.
There’s just too much already in my hate filled rant because I can’t sleep. I’m truly over you, but maybe this will remind you of all the shit that you put me through. Though I doubt it, there is some part of my conscience that feels better that I finally told you how you can improve your life.
Learn from this.
Grow from it.
Don’t do it again to some other poor bastard.
Oh yeah and one more thing, fuck you.
