Finally. It’s been several months since the last time you did it. I can’t even remember the last time you did it. Tbh, it was alright. Nothing exciting. Nothing new. Maybe I have a high standard of how good it’s meant to feel. Idk. All I can say is, I’m happy I finally got some attention, but I don’t think there’s much effort behind what you did compared to when I do it. I am disappoint.
The thing that hurts the most is the fact that the person I go out with continuously calls me crazy….. After a while, his perception of me is making me think I’m actually crazy.
4:27am…. Are you fucking kidding me. Lied to me about only going to one place. Been at the other one for more than 45mins now. Again, are you fucking kidding me. Liar liar pants on fucking fire.
Fucking cunt. Ima burn all your shit now.
So, sitting out on my bf’s balcony for the last hour or so has now given my very cold feet & an imprint of his patio furniture on my ass.
Best thing is, it’s 3:33am & the cunt is still out & about. Thanks for thinking about your girlfriend while leaving her at the apartment so you can go get drunk and have fun with all your stupid druggie friends.
I’ve now drank as much of my sorrows away as i can with Pepe Lopez’ trusty bottle of tequila and cried my tiny chingy eyes out. I don’t think there’s much more I can do cept hopefully catch pneumonia in 16degree weather.
I’m just gonna sit out here & wait till he gets back & see if his fucking lying drunk ass will realize I’m nowhere in his room or apartment. If not, well there you go, I have the most impossible boyfriend ever.
So to you, my dear cunt of a boyfriend. Good luck on making shit up to me. Shows how much I mean to you even after a year & 4 months of dating.
Fucking useless.
