My Turn. Fuck You.
Okay, so if you want to plaster nasty shit on the internet about me after blocking me, that’s fine, and completely childish of you. We spoke a lot, and we fucked. I warned you about getting attached to me, I told you I wasn’t down for it. Yeah, I liked you, I wanted to spend time with you. But I didn’t want to be with you. And I was straight up honest about that. I called it off after 3 FUCKING WEEKS, and only then decide to pull the whole “she treated me like shit” card. Funny how you were bigging me up to everyone you spoke to. Haha, I haven’t even told you the worst part of it all cus I simply don’t have to, because I was never yours in the first place to have to. You were possessive, and I’m too independent. Fuck your moral high ground, I’m not going to put up with you preaching complete lies about me. I’m not a bad person for being HONEST. I called it off because I’m not going to fake my happiness for you. You have over-dramatised the entire situation, no wonder you’re such a good actor. If you want to be a spiteful cunt to me that’s cool, two can play at that game! You were just a theory to me. The guy I kissed Monday night proved that theory wrong. Enjoy, Pooderoo.