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Thank you for destroying me.

"Again, you aren't sorry. You knew exactly what you were doing. you knew exactly what you were saying to me and you took advantage of my trust and you made me look like a fucking fool. I don't give any fucks what you do with your life now. You wont change. Everyone says they will change but liars will be liars.  You will probably lie to your therapist. I literally was trying to genuinely support you the best way I knew how. And I'm not fucking crazy for the ways I'm trying to help you. You like being a fucking sad boy for some stupid reason because it gives you some strange sense of attention that you don't get elsewhere. If you wanted to work things out you would have tried harder. If you actually cared about me like you fucking said you did, you wouldn't have done the exact shit I've cried to you about and you wouldn't have been a manipulative piece of shit. You are trying to play sad boy right now pretending like you had feelings for me but OH NO you have daddy issues?! Welcome to the world, so do I and I'm not a complete fuck up. Take some damn responsibility for you own actions. I really hope therapy helps you. And stop comparing every fucking girl to her. That's where my insecurities lied. I'm a grown woman. I don't need to deal with whatever child games you are still fucking around with. Fuck you so hard in the ass. I literally don't want you to ever, EVER act like you ever fucking knew me. Delete me from everything. You spineless piece of shit. Don't ever tell me you liked me ever again. This is almost as bad as all the fucked up shit Jason did. You knew so much and STILL decided to be the literal worst human being ever. So thank you. Thank you for destroying me."

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