If I had known way before that you were such a fucking whore. If I had known, I'd be 34 now, I would've walked right out that fucking door.
If you had spent more time on your feet than your knees, maybe your reputation wouldn't be as shitty as it seems.
Never again will I let someone in who's clinically unstable, really fucked in the head. You're only satisfaction was to treat me like shit. I spent too many sleepless nights just dealing with it. But in the end, I'm not broken just bent. A little bruised and shaken up but I am content that I don't have to see your fucking face ever again. I'll go on with my own life sitting here and forget that you were apart of my life. Just like every other ex, you're dead.