who the fuck d'you think you are?
no seriously man, who d'you think you are?
fuck you.
after so long, you decide you can just march back into my life and start controlling me again?
fuck you to hell again dammit.
and i hope you'll rot there.
the days when you meant so much to me are gone.

i am not a fucking whore.
i do not cheapen myself to get friends.
i do not dress scantily.
fuck you man.
i don't need a fucking friend like you.
i have friends.
i don't need to sell myself out just to get friends.

just because you fucking hate guys doesn't mean i can't hang out with them.
you have no right to dictate who i hang out with bitch.
you're nobody to me anymore.
and even if you were, you still wouldn't have the right.
nobody tells me what to do, least of all you.

the guys don't see me as a fuck buddy.
hell, they don't even try to control me.
you do.
you suffocate me with your possessiveness,
you disgust me the way you try to control me.
you piss me off everytime you scold me for things i'm innocent of.
and now you've crossed the line.
and now i'm never giving you another chance.
'cause you fucked this up too bad.

it hurt, you know that.
every single fucking word in those msgs hurt.
every word threatened to cause the tears to flow.
and you had the guts to tell me it's for my own good and that i need to change.
what the fuck is wrong with you?
seriously, i don't need another mother.
and you wouldn't be a good one anyway.

thanks a lot man, i'm a slut now?
and who are you to judge me then?
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