Whatever Forever.

It’s taken me a lot of time by myself, looking back, reliving memories I never wanted to let go of, to realize how bad it was. How awful you were. Even how awful you are now. Does he know that you told me all his secrets? Does he know about you trying to fuck me? Or about the nights when he’d try to come over but you had me in your bed instead? Does he know about all those nights I held you while we slept and you called me perfect? How about how you want to fuck his friend that looks like Dave grohl? Does he know that you cheated on me with him… again? And does he know about all the times you went behind his back to be with me? The late night calls, you crying, complaining about him… telling me you loved me… does he know? Does he know about all the times you’d tell me “He doesn’t have to know…” Does he know about everything now, or is everything still a big lie, a big secret just so you can get your way again. With no regards to any one else’s feelings. Manipulating them into things they may not want to be a part of if they knew who you really are. And what the fuck did I do to deserve any of that? I was always honest with you, and you couldn’t even do that back. How dare you. How fucking dare you, I gave my soul to you and you tainted me. You lying, cheating,rotten, shell of a person.

“She thinks she’s hot shit because she’s a sociopath.”