Well, I was told that Tumblr is a good rant site, so here goes.
I hate you. I hate you more than the woman who laughed as she left bruises and wounds on my young body, I hate you more than the man that made me suck his dick before I was even old enough to know what a dick was.
I loved you, and needed you more than anything I had ever had in my life. I would’ve given up my oxygen for you, if you had ever asked me to. And you often did. And I allowed it, because I fucking, loved you. I would’ve done anything to keep you happy. So when you had the nerve to tell me that I was emotionally unstable and that my problems were interfering with your happiness, you almost committed murder.
I was always there for you, you poser. When you pretended to have multiple personalities? I told everyone that you were just going through tough times. When you based a relationship off of riding his cock every day and then came crying to me when he tossed your groupie ass? I held you and told you that you were worth more. Or, best of all, when you insisted that you had a demon living inside of you, or that the Devil tried to have sex with you in your sleep, and any time you were dead ass serious about any sort of ridiculous shit, I was there for you. I supported you throughout all of your fucking shenanigans. I stood up for you when you let me fall, and I loved you when no one else in their right minds would. Because I knew that you weren’t crazy. A lot of us knew. We knew that you were something worse: an attention whore. But I stuck by you.
But where were you. Where were you when I downed every single pill I could find, rotting in a hospital? Nowhere to be fucking found. Where were you when I was scared to even open my mouth for fear of being judged, where the fuck were you when my fiance broke up with me through Facebook? Partying with any boy that would tell you you were pretty, you worthless piece of shit.
I understand that I’ve difficult. I’ve made mistakes with you, and I regret them all. And I apologized. You knew the only thing I needed more than blood, was you. And you made bank on that. When you left, so did quite a bit of my blood. And you didn’t even pretend to care. So I’m done. Yeah I deleted you on Facebook. Yeah I glare at you when you attempt to talk to me. Because you’re nothing. Go to Hell for Heaven’s sake. Fucking cunt.