If I don’t like you as a woman, that’s your fault. It’s not me that needs change.
Think about that. I would rather die alone, than be with you. I mean that too. It might not even be just you. It’s your fault, you also need to learn boundaries first a formost. That’s number 1. And I shouldn’t need to tell you where those boundaries are either, you know. You don’t get a second chance on that one. Secondly you need to never discuss me with certain people who you know can not be trusted not to drive me into a murderous rage. Hahaha. If you know, based on knowing me “yeah… Be is gonna hate her….” Don’t tell her everything about me, especially if she can’t shut up. Basically you need to may d put your friends on a leash. Control them. That’ll piss me off and it’s your fault. Bottom line. Thirdly, know who you are dealing with. If you piss me off into a rage from a distance to the point that at times, I nearly collapse on my knees onto a concrete floor I am already mentally beat from much more than that, you, you went way to f****** far. Way way too far. That kind of s*** done on a regular basis has a tendency to change a mind. The way someone thinks. They will fight it, and forcing a person to grab a hold of their way of thinking and twist it back into shape resisting hard successfully burns people out. A certain type of person, me, gets hurt out to the point that they don’t want fight anymore so they just walk away from it and leave it for dead, it’s not worth it, the stress s****, walking away, angry, and you’re an enemy. F*** you. It’s almost as if women are stupid enough to believe that any steno n, is old attention, or they are fucked in the head and all hey want are bad emotions and feelings. Sick s***. Like Sato masochism (so?) Which I am not into. That’s not hot. I take everything literally, that is not s***, that doesn’t get me off it’s f****** disrespectful, insulting and pisses me the f*** off and. nott in a good way. That s*** might work on some other mentally screwed up idiot, it just pisses me off. If you don know that, how the f*** can’t you know I’m not cool with s***? I don’t know what f****** planet you came from.
I like nice women. I know a few. It’s your fault. The reason I don’t ever want to be around you again, is you fault. Nothing wrong with me. You are fucked up. You are a hate breeder. That’s nothing cool. It was hard to keep up for so long with that. I remember making that choice that was it. I can not do this any more, the hate has sapped the f****** life on of me, I’m done. That’s f****** sickening. So don’t wonder why not with me. You don’t kick my a** that hard and think I’ll ever f****** forgive that s***. No f****** way, f*** you. That’ll cost you me you stupid b**** and I f****** mean it.