Yeah well you are more bothered that I don’t want anything to do with you because you are stupid idiot, and that’s not even a choice btw, I see what you’re doing and what you’re about I know what it is and what happens and my brain automatically writes you off as a completely worthless idiot and probably more trouble than you are worth. It’s not a choice. It’s instinct based on experience. You are just not an attractive option FOR ME. That doesn’t mean that 500,000 other guys would kill to get some out of you, you are just not my type.

AND that’s what bothers you. I don’t get jealous, I don’t freak out, I know there’s no changing, you don’t want to, I will not accept you the way you are, I just don’t care. Maybe that’s because you want me more than I want you (I don’t want you) it’s that thing you know, you treat a woman like s*** they want an a******…. and also people want what they can’t have, but this is real though. I’m not playing a game like you play. You can go out and f*** 20 losers, post pictures, trying to get a reaction out of me, and I’m thinking what an idiot… you known what I find attractive, s***, and not gross, and not good for, so you do exactly what I find… frankly, disgusting, and not in a good way? You just end up less attractive to me and the fact that you’re playing a game actually pisses me off. I think you are an idiot. Are you retarded? Seriously how dense are you? I see the games, I known what you are doing, I don’t play, and I hold it against you that you are so thick ​in the f****** cranium. Would you say you’re stupid? Honestly? You come across to me as shallow and stupid tbh. Is s** all you think about? ACTUALLY I know it’s not the only s*** you think about and that is also equally (in my opinion) very stupid. Your way of being is a giant b**** killer too. You really are an idiot. Being a stupid idiot is not s*** either. Some guys dig it, I hate it. Some guys think the dumber, the better.

I think you’re an idiot. And a loud mouth. And delusional. I don’t like you or where you’re coming from on any angle. There is nothing there when I look at you now. You’re too far gone and too long on the path, I know there’s no changing it now. You are a write-off to me. Like a bad car accident. It’s only logical. It’s a realistic appraisal of the situation. I am good at accepting s*** for what it is. It is what it is. Nothing I can do about it. Neither can you and I don’t feel bad about writing this because I know you have enough shoulders to cry on. You don’t need me if I hurt your feelings, you are fine, and I mean what I say too.

I’d say you better change, but I’ve seen enough that even if you did, it wouldn’t change my opinion. Too late.