I'm sorry. I know it sounds like a cruel thing to admit to. But I'm seriously happy that you got your payback. When we were together you cheated on me, flirted with other guys and stole money out of my wallet (didn't think I counted my stash, did you bitch?).
You said you loved me but always had phone sex with other guys. You even asked them if they wanted to meet up. I was so stupid for ignoring the obvious "I'm going to spend some time with my girlfriend at her house" fib.
You ignored my emotions and gave more attention to other guys than you did to me. The only reason you spent anytime with me was because I was naive and I had the money to throw away on you. I really loved you, you know.
Now the little 'spending time with a girlfriend' lie got you f#cked. You actually went to a party and got rufied, then raped. Should I feel sorry for you even though your true intentions was to cheat like you usually do? I CAN'T feel sorry for you because my heart won't let me. Even if you are my girlfriend, I can't find it in me to even care anymore.
I'm breaking up with you, and yes, even after you got raped I'm going to leave anyway. I won't be here to console you anymore. You remember me? The stupid prick that gave you everything you wanted? The dummy that was romantic with you for over two years? The guy who crippled his wallet so you could be happy with the fancy stuff at the mall? Well, don't try to remember him anymore. He's gone in your hour of need. I won't tell you to your face that I'm happy you got raped. But I'm definitely thinking it. Damn, maybe I should tell you to your face. . .
I won't. After all, you are still my girlfriend for the next three, four, five hours. I know you feel suicidal right now. But I still can't help but not care. Maybe I am being a little heartless right now. But maybe you should have thought about how valuable I was to you before you decided to be unfaithful. Don't kill yourself C$dney. You should know what the pain feels like before you even consider leaving this world. After all, you inflicted it on me for so long.
Infact, you left such a bad taste in my mouth after this relationship that I just don't want one anymore. I'm going to be your typical, scumbag of a guy from now on. I won't let another girl close in on my heart. I'm going to go partying and have sex with girls left and right while you decay with your depression. I'm going to smile and laugh and make sure you know that I'm enjoying myself when you're not around. I don't love you anymore. You remember? That's what you said was your worst nightmare. . .if I turned into one of those guys. You know, the male version of you. Well wake up, that nightmare is about to be real.
Ok, maybe I'm just venting because I'm pissed at the situation. Maybe I'm not really happy you got raped. Maybe I still do love you a little. Maybe I'll come back and hold you and tell you how sorry I am about what happened. MAYBE. . .
BUT DON'T HOLD YOUR BREATH:mad:
You said you loved me but always had phone sex with other guys. You even asked them if they wanted to meet up. I was so stupid for ignoring the obvious "I'm going to spend some time with my girlfriend at her house" fib.
You ignored my emotions and gave more attention to other guys than you did to me. The only reason you spent anytime with me was because I was naive and I had the money to throw away on you. I really loved you, you know.
Now the little 'spending time with a girlfriend' lie got you f#cked. You actually went to a party and got rufied, then raped. Should I feel sorry for you even though your true intentions was to cheat like you usually do? I CAN'T feel sorry for you because my heart won't let me. Even if you are my girlfriend, I can't find it in me to even care anymore.
I'm breaking up with you, and yes, even after you got raped I'm going to leave anyway. I won't be here to console you anymore. You remember me? The stupid prick that gave you everything you wanted? The dummy that was romantic with you for over two years? The guy who crippled his wallet so you could be happy with the fancy stuff at the mall? Well, don't try to remember him anymore. He's gone in your hour of need. I won't tell you to your face that I'm happy you got raped. But I'm definitely thinking it. Damn, maybe I should tell you to your face. . .
I won't. After all, you are still my girlfriend for the next three, four, five hours. I know you feel suicidal right now. But I still can't help but not care. Maybe I am being a little heartless right now. But maybe you should have thought about how valuable I was to you before you decided to be unfaithful. Don't kill yourself C$dney. You should know what the pain feels like before you even consider leaving this world. After all, you inflicted it on me for so long.
Infact, you left such a bad taste in my mouth after this relationship that I just don't want one anymore. I'm going to be your typical, scumbag of a guy from now on. I won't let another girl close in on my heart. I'm going to go partying and have sex with girls left and right while you decay with your depression. I'm going to smile and laugh and make sure you know that I'm enjoying myself when you're not around. I don't love you anymore. You remember? That's what you said was your worst nightmare. . .if I turned into one of those guys. You know, the male version of you. Well wake up, that nightmare is about to be real.
Ok, maybe I'm just venting because I'm pissed at the situation. Maybe I'm not really happy you got raped. Maybe I still do love you a little. Maybe I'll come back and hold you and tell you how sorry I am about what happened. MAYBE. . .
BUT DON'T HOLD YOUR BREATH:mad:
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