I’m sorry I didn’t leave you sooner. I’m sorry I didn’t realize who you truly were, I tried helping you, I tried loving you unconditionally, forgiving you. But you just abused that, and used me. You are the first truly evil person I have met. Now you go on to groom Munira, which in a sense. I feel sorry that you want someone who looks like an oak door and Steve from minecraft. A quick replacement, anything to help you move on from the fact you abused me?

I hope your life crumbles, I hope you lose everything good in your life so you can be alone and face who you truly are. An insecure, traumatized, lack of self worth human. I know you facing yourself is the last thing you’d ever want to do, but I hope you get there. I hope you feel the absolute pain and despair you’ve caused me. The loss of a future with a loved one, the loss of a loved one, a loss of self, a loss of hope.

Everyday I hate you less and less and become indifferent; knowing that you’ll crumble and fuck up your own life anyways. That’s what you’re best at no? You don’t have a solid future for yourself, no ambition, you stay inside and play games and do school.

What a boring life, no wonder the drama of the highs and lows of mistreating me kept you latched on so long. In a sense you need me, but I don’t need you. Also, you never made me cum once, and the sex was not that great, I squeezed and moaned for your pleasure because like I said, I enjoyed the experience  🙂