Dead.
I think its hilarious that you still take moments of your day to bitch about me. You say all of these terrible things but you must’ve forgot I BROKE UP WITH YOU. Too bad, so sad. You can call everyone psychotic, drug addicts, and a million other things but not once have you ever stopped and reevaluated yourself. Maybe then you’d see how much of a useless, hypocritical, insincere, manipulative, controlling, unappreciative, dishonest, pretentious, abusive asshole you really are. I gave you everything I possibly could, and you took it all for granted. You noticed that I was finally motivated and gaining confidence in myself for achieving goals and you tried to pull me down with you because you were a miserable fuck. You belittled and degraded me constantly, but because you weren’t physically abusive, you thought it was okay. You never once admitted you were wrong, you never said sorry for anything. You used everything I trusted you with against me. Normal people don’t say things like “You probably liked being molested or raped.” You need fucking help. You’re truly a disgusting person and it is true when people say “crazy people don’t know they’re crazy.” I’m the first one to admit I’m fucked up, and you’re the last one to admit you are. You can’t keep blaming everything on everyone else for the rest of your life, sweetheart. And if you want to keep spreading vicious rumors, get ready to bend over because karma’s going to fuck you so hard in the ass. And that’s exactly what you deserve.
