YOU, KC….

It’s all fun and games on that end I know, but I’m dead f****** serious. You obviously spread b*******, and I would love to catch exactly what kind of b*******. Maybe I will some day, but I’m not ag
playing games now. Now I’m pissed.

You need to enjoy your life, I’m sure it’s great, it beat out many other pretty great things, it has to be, but don’t talk about me, like possibly to your little kid cousin who I have no f****** f*** of a clue about, and if you do talk about me you better sure as s*** make it clear who the f****** assshole is.

That’s all I want out of you. I used to believe it was more the retards you choose as friends, you gave them the amo, but they used it, you were 100% top of the pyramid though right? You had control of it all.

You knew damn well where I was too. Also, if it is you, I know you’ll deny it, but stay the fuxk away from me on the road too. It’s not hard to see the vehicle, don’t ever come looking for me, because when it comes right down to it you can call it whatever you want, you need this, forgive, you forgive, platonic, whatever stupid s***, what it comes down to is nobody can ever make you feel like I did. I know that. You can disguise it how you want, YOU royally fucked up, and years later, you wamt it back somehow. Part of you does. But you did many, many stupid things, and I was trying to keep away from the anger towards you but this realization lately, posses me right off.

You are gone. You left. You better never f*** with me again. Your toxic b*******. I am f****** serious too. This is not a game to me now, it never was, this is f****** enough. I better not feel it again.