Day 18 — Whatever tickles your fancy
Girl, you're a rebound and will always be a rebound. He may smile and say he loves you after you both fuck, but that's just it, you're an EASY LAY. And Don't pretend that you're both happy because you're a crazy bitch, and you BOTH know it. The only reason why he's with you is 1) because he's bored 2) because he's fucking miserable and 3) because you're a crazy bitch and he can't get the fuck away from you. I can't believe I envied you. I mean I FUCKING ENVIED YOU! But for what?!?! I mean you're holding on for dear life in your relationship. You're scared shitless that he'll come running back to me. And when I mean running, I mean SPRINTING HIS FUCKING ASS OFF! I mean think about it bitch, who did he follow when they moved to California? ME. Who did he break up with when he moved to California? YOU! Who did he text asking to hang out with when they lived in California? ME. Who does he keep trying to keep in touch with? ME. Who did he follow when they moved back the Washington? Me. Who does he always ask about? Me. So I repeat, SPRINTING. He can't keep his silly little paws off, and he's annoyed because I haven't gave your "boyfriend" the time of day. I also love how you switched the game on me and tried to be pist at me for trying to steal your boyfriend, when really you stole mine. Get over yourself cunt, because he was mine all along. I was and AM a lot of his firsts, and that fucking leaves you like a scared little bitch. You're waiting for the day when he leaves you for me. I mean I'm sitting on tippy top of the fucking world knowing you're threatened by me. :)
Also, how does it feel to know that no body even fucking likes you, because you're such a fucking queer. I mean YOU ARE A PSYCHO TWAT! All his friends, and your "friends" talk shit about you aalll thhheee tiiimmme. You'd have to be a complete dipshit to not have figured that one out yet. I mean, you BEG for him like the little pussy you are. That was me before, and that's what he needs to feel alive. But now that it's not me anymore, he's coming the realization of what he lost. Yes, I may have lost the battle, but I won the fucking war.
I'm seriously glad to know that you're miserable as fuck. I mean why do you feel the need to keep coming back to Washington? You even told me you weren't coming back, that you were getting a job in Napa Valley. Did that fall through like all your plans? This isn't your home and you know it. You keep floating from home to home, hoping someone will let you crash on their couch. And it's not just coincidence that you became an alcoholic when we broke up. But I guess we both know the real reason why you're here. I'm glad to know that I'm taking giant steps forward, while you're taking fatass leaps backwards. Or better yet, you're just staying place. Grow up. You are a pathetic piece of shit. And last piece of advice, NEVER fall in love with a rebound because that shit backfires.
I can't believe Danny and I have figured all this shit out in the past 10 minutes.
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