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Warning, long vent below, may contain harsh language. Read at your own risk. Thank you.
Oh hey you, remember me? The person who'd always cheer you up, whenever you needed it? No matter what it would cost, I'd end up cheering you up whether if it costed my happiness or not. Remember when you said you were killing yourself, disappeared for 6 months? I do. Do you know how much that fucking hurt? WELL? FUCKING DO YOU? Did you think that was cute? Did you think that I wouldn't get mad? I cared about you. I would have given everything for you. Did you know? Of course you did. I told you over, and over and over. But you were being ignorant, and didn't listen. Did you know how hurt I felt the day you came back? I'M-ing me on facebook, and saying: "Oh, hey". My heart fucking sank. I thought you were gone. Forever. I cared about you. I FUCKING LOVED YOU. But you could care less, right? Remember that time we dated? How it lasted for 3 months, but it felt like forever. I loved you. I was happy. When you left, I went hysterical. Grabbing my blade and slicing my arm and hips because of you. You left me, just hanging there. Crying and bleeding for hours. Did you really think I was going to get over you so easily? News flash babydoll, if you knew me like you said you did, you would know that I don't get over someone so easily. And with you saying you killed yourself, that fucking just.. it felt you grabbed me by the fucking throat, ripping my chest open, grabbing my heart and throwing it to the ground and stomping it as hard as you could. Did you think that was funny? Was this some pathetic joke of yours? Well? Was it? You're a pathetic attention seeker bitch. I hate you. Now, here it is, you're after my ex, the one I can't get over because he treated me better than you ever could. Here's a fucking tip for you bitch, if I see you together, and you hurt him, you better pray to fucking god I don't slice your throat open. I will fucking kill you. You're not some "slick ass bitch", who can get away with anything. You're not going to get away with this, i know for a fact. Today, I came to you needing comfort, you asked what's wrong, I told you in a long paragraph because a lot has happened in the past few weeks, and all I get is an "ok". REALLY? FUCKING REALLY? I SPILL EVERYTHING I HAD TO SAY TO YOU, AND I GET A ONE WORD FUCKING RESPONSE. Fuck you, you pathetic, filthy, whore. Now all you ever do is post pathetic sad statuses all over facebook. Bitch, you're not heart-broken. I know you better than your own fucking self. You're pathetic. Get over your fucking self. Did you know? I had a hospital trip after cutting myself because of you. You're another reason my depression is worse. I hope you're happy with what you've made me. Just a warning, if you ever need me, bitch you can kiss my fucking pale ass. You're never getting shit from me. Ever again.