Stop using my fucking plates, stop using my fucking cutlery, stop taking my fucking food, stop using my fucking mugs and glasses, stop using my fucking baking dishes, stop using my fucking ketchup, and stop using my fucking butter.
I don't care if we live together, USE YOUR OWN SHIT.
So what if i don't want a fucking bbq!
I used to respect you so much and just like that it's gone in a flash. Your true colours have been shown and you are an ugly person inside and out. I wish I saw through that earlier. No one will want to be close to you ever.
so, you can't go to any restaurant i recommend, eat my snacks or take my suggestions into consideration; but it's ok if it comes from someone else? you can all go fuck yourselves. all of you.
lovesick. at my age. retard.
You're too cowardly to embrace love when you feel it and it's staring you right in the face. Ideally, I'd like to think you'll look back on this moment and realise what you've lost and will lose at the end of it all, but you won't.
Was I ever anything more to you than what I am right now? And if so, what? You never tell me.
what part of Year To Date do you not understand?
What you did was wrong. I know that you know that, and I know you admit it to yourself. Guess we can't always have our cake and eat it, can we. I've moved on from the whole situation now, but I feel like I need to get out the last bit of bitterness that's living within me.
The worst part for me was that you lied to my face. You came into my room, looked me in the eye, and lied to me. And I believed you, because I respected you, not believing you would do something like that.
I don't think you fully appreciate what you did to the family, either. Mum couldn't cope. The time after you left was one of the hardest of my life, watching my own mother break down every day. Not letting myself feel the emotions that were ready to explode inside of me, because I had to stay strong for mum and my brother. I don't know what would have happened if I wasn't there.
I don't need to say anymore, because I know you're still living with the guilt of it all while we, for the best part, have been able to put it behind us and move on to a better stage of our life.
You know I work. You know I have a full-time job. Why do you call me at 11am to ask me what I'm doing and proceed to tell me about your day?
that pedestal you were on, yeah it's gone. completely. fucking ugly human
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