Chances are you know who this is about.
Originally I kept this private, I didn't know if I wanted to say everything in it. I do. Once again, I'm sick of the fact that I can't say what the fuck I want in my journal. If you don't like it, then fall off of the planet. It's mine. This was mostly written two days ago, but I tacked a bit more on today before making it public.
I hope you get fucked over by that new toy I should never have introduced you to. I hope you find someone to make you feel like I feel right now.
I can't believe how fucking stupid I was to ever fucking trust that you wouldn't do that to me. Seriously. The thought of you makes me sick to my stomach, and I hope you feel the same every time you look at yourself in the mirror.
Actually, I hope you can't even bear to look at yourself. You did one of the lowest things that someone could do.
I can only wish bad things for you right now.
People keep telling me to just write you off. Including my mother, and my mother was never one to encourage my dropping people at their first fuckup.
This was a big one though. You fucking followed through on passes from a fucking guy you knew I liked, and one that I flat out asked you to not date/go out with/whatever. Better not tell you to not fuck him, because you'll probably do that two days after I ask you not to, too.
Seriously. I hope you can't ever look at yourself the same again.
"Classy not trashy" -- my fucking ass. Trashy as they come, betraying a "friend" like you did. How could you ever consider me a friend if you would do something like that, and once you found out it hurt me not quit it right away. I can't believe you had to think twice about it.
I don't give a fuck what kind of "connection" you have with him, though I think it's purely because you've been REALLY single for more than 72 hours, and goddess forbid you ever go without a man in your life for a whole god damn month even.
The funniest thing about this... is that it's not even necessarily about the guy. I couldn't give a fuck less about him. I don't want him anymore. What I am upset about, is the fact that you did what you did. You totally fucking hurt me, deliberately. I have never betrayed anybody like that. Ever. I've hurt people... but only after I've been hurt first. I can't stand the thought of betraying a friend's trust. I have before, and I couldn't ever do it again. Luckily, he forgave me with time, but things will never be the same between he and I, and I have to live with that everyday. You, will probably never be so lucky to gain my forgiveness. I have no need in my life for somebody that I can't trust. Trust is everything to me. Well, was. I doubt it'll be something I give out anymore.
I wish this was about the guy, because then it would be petty, and forgivable in the future.
This is about how you basically turned around and stabbed me in the back, then lied about it. Fucking caramel apples my ass. Choke on your fucking imaginary caramel apples. You were off proving just how horrible of a "friend" you really are.
Also, for the record, why don't you gain some motherfucking self-worth and actually try to be single for a while? Or is that difficult because you don't know who you are without some guy's god damned nose shoved so far up your ass you can't make your own decisions.
You claim to be independent and strong. You're not. Independent, strong people don't need another person with them 24/7. You do. To feel any sort of self worth you need someone to be holding your hand. How pathetic can you get?
I was feeling like the bad person at one point, because I hated you for this. Now, it's not hate. I won't waste the energy on hate. In fact, this is the last you'll ever hear from me. I feel nothing for you. You will never cross my mind again. I cleanse myself of you, because I don't need anybody that would think it was ok to betray me for any reason in my life.
Don't call me, don't write me, don't show up at my work or at my house. Don't IM me or e-mail me, I will delete or block it. I have nothing to say to you, and you can't possibly have anything of any importance to say to me.
Now, I'd filter this, but you're not on my friends list anymore, nor do I want you there, and I guess I really don't care how this makes you feel. You never thought of me before you took stupid actions, why should I even consider your feelings? I shouldn't.
I hope you get fucked over by that new toy I should never have introduced you to. I hope you find someone to make you feel like I feel right now.
I can't believe how fucking stupid I was to ever fucking trust that you wouldn't do that to me. Seriously. The thought of you makes me sick to my stomach, and I hope you feel the same every time you look at yourself in the mirror.
Actually, I hope you can't even bear to look at yourself. You did one of the lowest things that someone could do.
I can only wish bad things for you right now.
People keep telling me to just write you off. Including my mother, and my mother was never one to encourage my dropping people at their first fuckup.
This was a big one though. You fucking followed through on passes from a fucking guy you knew I liked, and one that I flat out asked you to not date/go out with/whatever. Better not tell you to not fuck him, because you'll probably do that two days after I ask you not to, too.
Seriously. I hope you can't ever look at yourself the same again.
"Classy not trashy" -- my fucking ass. Trashy as they come, betraying a "friend" like you did. How could you ever consider me a friend if you would do something like that, and once you found out it hurt me not quit it right away. I can't believe you had to think twice about it.
I don't give a fuck what kind of "connection" you have with him, though I think it's purely because you've been REALLY single for more than 72 hours, and goddess forbid you ever go without a man in your life for a whole god damn month even.
The funniest thing about this... is that it's not even necessarily about the guy. I couldn't give a fuck less about him. I don't want him anymore. What I am upset about, is the fact that you did what you did. You totally fucking hurt me, deliberately. I have never betrayed anybody like that. Ever. I've hurt people... but only after I've been hurt first. I can't stand the thought of betraying a friend's trust. I have before, and I couldn't ever do it again. Luckily, he forgave me with time, but things will never be the same between he and I, and I have to live with that everyday. You, will probably never be so lucky to gain my forgiveness. I have no need in my life for somebody that I can't trust. Trust is everything to me. Well, was. I doubt it'll be something I give out anymore.
I wish this was about the guy, because then it would be petty, and forgivable in the future.
This is about how you basically turned around and stabbed me in the back, then lied about it. Fucking caramel apples my ass. Choke on your fucking imaginary caramel apples. You were off proving just how horrible of a "friend" you really are.
Also, for the record, why don't you gain some motherfucking self-worth and actually try to be single for a while? Or is that difficult because you don't know who you are without some guy's god damned nose shoved so far up your ass you can't make your own decisions.
You claim to be independent and strong. You're not. Independent, strong people don't need another person with them 24/7. You do. To feel any sort of self worth you need someone to be holding your hand. How pathetic can you get?
I was feeling like the bad person at one point, because I hated you for this. Now, it's not hate. I won't waste the energy on hate. In fact, this is the last you'll ever hear from me. I feel nothing for you. You will never cross my mind again. I cleanse myself of you, because I don't need anybody that would think it was ok to betray me for any reason in my life.
Don't call me, don't write me, don't show up at my work or at my house. Don't IM me or e-mail me, I will delete or block it. I have nothing to say to you, and you can't possibly have anything of any importance to say to me.
Now, I'd filter this, but you're not on my friends list anymore, nor do I want you there, and I guess I really don't care how this makes you feel. You never thought of me before you took stupid actions, why should I even consider your feelings? I shouldn't.