ruleya

You’re a liar.

And a stupid cunt.

And an attention whore.

And a stupid kinda slutty girl with an ego that could swallow the whole entire world.

And you’re not worth loving.
Because you don’t love anybody but yourself, so how could you give back the love that you’ll never get?
And in the end, you’re in love with somebody who will NEVER be with you, because he’s IN LOVE with a girl with way more to offer than you.

More personality. More love. More respect. More beauty. EVERYTHING about her is way better than you.

And you fake like you want to make things work, make them better.

AND YOU CONTINUE TO TALK SHIT ABOUT ME TO EVERYONE WHO WANTS TO.

Well you fucking bitch.

I DIDN’T DO ANYTHING TO DESERVE THAT.

And you deserve to be depressed, and upset all the time.

Because that’s what you do to other people.

It’s fucking karma, you know.

I’ve never said one thing about you that wasn’t true to somebody else.

And you continue to say that I did a horrible thing or two that I didn’t.

But what the fuck ever.

Obviously you’re never going to grow up.

Especially if you keep on associating yourself with those kinds of people.

People who need drama in their life, to feel okay.

People who cause problems with other people, just to do so.

Kinda like you do
FUCKYOUUU, really.

I guess I was an idiot for trying to fix things with us.

But at least I’m growing up and shit.

Where the fuck are you going with your life?
I don’t care, but you probably should.

You’re the only one who has to live with the decisions you make.

You think you have all these friends right now, and have everything going right, but where are they going to be five years from now? Ten?
You lied to me, and you say things about me that make me seem horrible to people who never even got to know me, not like I care, not like they’re the kind of people I’d want to know anyways, but that’s a horrible thing to do.

A fucking horrible, disgusting thing.

And what does that say about your character?
When you talk shit about somebody to someone else, what does that person think about you? Do they think less of you? Do they wonder what you’re saying behind their back? Do they trust you at all?
Ever since I met you, I’ve known in the back of my head that you would eventually screw me over.

And you’ve done that about fifty times.

And even when we’re not even talking, you seem to need to talk about me to somebody else.

DO NOT COMPARE ME TO HER, EITHER.

She’s not fucking better than me.

She’s not worse than me either.

Because you shouldn’t judge people like that.

And you shouldn’t compare the pros and cons of two people.

OBVIOUSLY you don’t care who the fuck you hurt.

But you are done hurting me.

I don’t want to fucking hear from you ever again, don’t even reply to this.

I don’t want to fucking hear that you’re talking shit, because I’ve had enough, and I just want to kick you in the fucking face.

I don’t want to hear that you’re talking shit about MY friend, or anybody she’s friends with that you don’t like.

Be more mature than that, please.

Kinda don’t know, you lied to me so much, I guess I don’t even know who the fuck you are anymore.

I never knew.

But that doesn’t matter, because I never want to know.

Don’t waste your time replying to this, I’ll just delete it without reading it.

I don’t care what you have to say.

I’ve heard it all before.

KAYBAI.