You f****** c***. See I really was kind of oblivious to what kind of person you were back then even though it was right in front of me the very second we met. It was that g******* bowl cut, and those f****** green leather shoes. You are a feminist, basically and one of the ugly ones, and your beliefs, I donlt know them all, I saw and learned a few during those first few months, the went in one ear and out the other. I hated you and didnlt even realize it. Looking back on it know, I have no idea what I ever saww in you. I guess then I was lonely, I was looking for something, I did have a naive way of looking at things, it was like bam, here do this, oh hey in case you’re interested here’s something, and I just went along blindly judging nothing. Today, I wouldn’t even so much as look at you twice. Nadda. Not happening. I don’t like you. The way I see you now, I haven’t tried in any way to communicate with you in almost 8 years, in any way, I haven’t and if you think I did, you were lied to. I look back at everything, the whole thing, and you were just a s***** person. Completely the wrong person for me, especially at that time and with all this b******* it feels like me just accepting the waste of everything, because it was wasteful to me in many ways, me accepting it because I have and do and walking away from it, leaving it like I did and you alone, is not good enough for you, you need to walk around behind me and sabotage and contaminate what I’m moving on to, but I donlt get it, you left me? Why bother? It’s manipulation of other people to make my life harder. Intentionally stacking the deck on me, when I am genuinely getting on with it. Meeting you, was probably the worst thing that ever happened to me. I nbelieve that. You’re a s***** person and you’ll never change. I would fear for my life being tied to you actually. That’s how I see you, thats how much I trust you speaking of crimes. You crazy b****. I’m peacfull, you are the one who needs the turmoil. You’re insane, and I don’t care what those mother f****** simp losers fighting for you think either. Faggots. Simps at work, simps at home. I left, and I DID LEAVE because I couldn’t pretend to be a simp for one more day.
