You wanted me to improve before you came back. You wanted a finished project. I wanted you to support me while I struggled to become an ideal version of myself. Never break bread with b****** who didn’t starve with you. Thats why your boyfriend’s a fool. He’s buying your love whether you admit it or not. Youre a fairweather friend and lover. You want to skip the hard part. So if I hurt your feelings by insulting your appearance, I’m not really sorry. When I use psychology against the thirst trap that mocks me for being crazy but keeps coming back for more abuse, I’m still not sorry. Youre living life on a p**** pass so you have no integrity in my eyes. I know you so much better than you know me, I know every little button to press to drive you insane. Plus the only time you ever personally respond is when I’m mean to you. You could just walk away but I’ve got you baited , hook, line, and sinker. Newsflash honey, you’re not ugly, you’re still f****** gorgeous, but I know you have body dysmorphia and you’re birthday is coming up so I wanted you to feel old and ugly because I’m an a******. I know that you have ptsd and paranoia so i make empty threats, solely so you’ll keep coming back here to take the insults while you’re “keeping an eye on me.” So when you make an entired themed photo set which is a tongue and cheek reference to my nickname for you, just know you are playing checkers and im
playing chess. I turned my empathy inside out to wield as a weapon cause I’m mad no one will hold me and don’t think you deserve what you have despite what you’ve been through. Someone has to keep your ego in check. You’d be far too happy with your p**** pass out of poverty if it wasn’t for me, And I’m miserable so f*** that.