worthless drug fucked whore.

for two years you were my best friend; i trusted you, completely and unconditionally. with all my secrets, all my dreams, every piece hope and all my pain, with everything i had. then you fucked me over, you did the unthinkable. you fell for him, the one i loved. you told me out of the blue, we were no longer friends then, you two we're together not even a week after we broke up and then you "realised" what you two we're doing to me. you said you realised how much fucking pain you had caused me, so you begged me to take you back. and i went fucking easy on you, i told you exactly how i felt, that i wanted to rip your long beautiful hair out and shove it down your throat until you fucking choked. i told you that i had never been betrayed so terribly before and how i never expected you to go that low. you cried to me and told me you loved me, you said you would do anything go back and un-do what you had done, that it was the biggest regret of your life, and i fucking believed you. i told you that i would in time forgive you and despite how hurt and angry i was, i still loved you. - i took you back. it was fine for a few months, it went back to how it used to be; you took me out to dinner, we went to the beach, mini putt, shopping, went out most nights and got high. you gained my trust again, the only thing i asked for was for you two not to speak, because i was scared of it happening again. and then when i decided i'd had enough, you went crawling back, you just couldn't fucking help yourself, the next fucking day he was at your house. immediately after finding this out, i knew it was happening again. but you both lied, and told me you'd never do that to me, again. but i'm not that fucking stupid. i could fucking feel it, i could feel it with every atom in my body. after that night, i erased you from my life, i wanted nothing to do with you anymore. and until now, it hasn't hurt that much. you fucked him, and his mother came in and smashed the bong we'd brought together (good bitch) i already knew, but it's been confirmed. and it probably happened fucking heaps. you make me fucking sick, not as much him, i expect it from him. but you, after last time i thought you learnt your fucking lesson. no, i was wrong, yet again. you're worthless, you're a coward, and you deserve nothing less than what you've got. if i saw you walking down the street, i would jump you, i would beat the living shit out of you, and i wouldn't stop until you we're face down in the gutter blood covering the ground, but it will never compare to the fucking terror you've put me through.