Im just ranting about my ex-boyfriend
I don’t hate him persay. I hate how he turned out. Hes more dickish. He surrounds himself with drugs and alchohol, he isnt even the first person ive been around like him thats had an alchohol problem.
I hate his friends that have changed him. I hate the pedophilic guy that almost preys on him. I hate his guts more than anything.
I hate how he gave my ex drugs in school. I hate how my ex caused my habits of skipping class. I hate how i had to take care of him while he was dozing off on ketamine.
I hate how I sexualised myself for my ex. I haven’t gotten rid of the stuff he enjoyed. I still have the thigh highs and the chokers. I still have the memories and photos of how he wanted me.
I cant get rid of them. I dont want to in a way.
Its hard to think about the stuff i liked and the stuff i shared with him. I cant look at a franchise of game without thinking of him.
He makes me so fucking sick.