Mood: Fucking Furious
Reading: Cosmopolitan >_>;
Watching: Pirates Of The Caribbean: Dead Man's Chest

That's right, you know who you are.

I HATE YOU.

Because I've tried being nice to you, being sweet, being kind, being understanding. And yet all you can moan about is, "OH DEAR, SOMEONE HELP ME, THIS GIRL I USED TO LOVE AND WHOSE FEELINGS I THREW IN HER FACE IS ACTUALLY BOTHERING TO TRY TO FORGIVE ME! Sob sob sob, everything I plan for always fails because the only thing I deserve is to be stoned to death."

Oh, pity on you, you worthless fucktard.

I wouldn't be surprised, to be frank, if the fact you've been ill lately is all down to karmic retribution. I sincerely hope you change, because remember this: People like you end up all alone, with nobody. Your reputation as a liar and a cheat will precede you.

You've done it before, and NOT just to me - your last girlfriend had to deal with this shit from you too (and yes, I don't know much about it, but personally I'd rather know less about the fact you've ruined someone else's life.)*

Who knows how many times you'll do it again, before everyone turns their back on you and leaves you to rot?

I have done all I can to try and patch things up between us, but all I've learned from it is that you are a heartless, selfish, mean, nasty piece of lying cunt who isn't worth my time and effort. You were once a lovely person who I wanted to help, who I wanted to love. Even then, you had a tremendous knack of making me feel like complete shit over the stupidest things.

I wanted a family with you, the family I never had.

But not now.

I don't want a family with someone who can't even treat their heartbroken ex-girlfriend with a bit of respect. Oh, yeah, I'm SO annoying, poor little innocent you... ...going off and having sex with a woman ten years your senior (and totally wrecking HER life, I should add - she's too good for you, too.) I should so feel sorry for you, really.

Well, you know what? I do.

Because you had a chance to redeem yourself, to have me back.

And you just LOST it.

Oh, how MEAN I am, saying this - YOU'VE SAID WORSE. And you've done worse. I might be bitching you out in my Journal (which is pretty immature, but I don't care - I'M ENJOYING IT!) but that doesn't compare to HALF of what YOU did.

The only thing I should feel guilty about is that I actually bothered masochistically inflicting your presence on myself.

Time for someone way better than you, you cheating sack of shit.

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_{* To the other Ex: I must add, if you're reading this, honey, you're better than this. It's been a year and now I've learned that he's not good enough for me, either. You're a kind and sensitive girl. You're pretty, and you have such lovely eyes. You're intelligent, just upset. When people are upset, they do stupid things. But you're better than that, you're better than him - I hope you find someone who can treat you so much better, who can treat you like the lady, the princess you are.}