You never loved me, so save your empty words. You used me, that’s all. I’m not a w****, and it makes me sick that I gave myself entirely to you. You use women for s**, and if people knew the real you, they’d abandon you. You know that, too…which is why you only showed me who you really are. You value her, but not me. I have no value to you, and it made me easier to tell your disgusting secrets to. I despise the air you breathe. I hope your end comes soon, and I hope your suffering is legendary. I hate you.

I hate you for ever trying to get involved in my life. When you were only an acquaintance, my life was normal and I was happy. After you entered it, I became a shadow of my former self. I wish I’d never been in your presence. You pretended to care. I thought I could trust you, but you’re a joke.

I hope those you value the most in your existence come to know what you really have done in your life. I hope she knows what you did with me and all the rest of your disposable harem. You’re going to get paid back one day, when you least expect it. Your sin will find you out. You will pay. Dearly.

It’s all happy times for you and her. It’s only because you lie to her. If you were honest, she’d be gone. If you didn’t have any money to waste on her, she’d never have had anything to do with you. I hate you. I hope she catches you doing what you do behind her back. I hope she tells everyone she knows and it ruins your reputation.

I hate you and will hope for your decline publicly. I hope you get an incurable std that is horribly painful. If you got a staph infection on your a******, and gave it to your new w****, I would celebrate. I hope you die a slow horrendous death, you lowlife piece of motherfucking s***.

F*** you.