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You can help yourself you know, you don’t have to track me anymore, your obsession is pathetic. Narcissistic and demanding, no matter how much you think your support is support, you just ******* cut me down and pointed to the hospital. You blamed everyone but yourself, everyone who cared about me could see it. In the end it wasn’t understanding or any reasonable reaction, it was just selfish manipulation. Only takes long enough to notice you carry misery around in a bucket, shovelling it out and spreading it.
You took my money and I’m not coming back. This doesn’t end the way you think it does, you don’t control me, your patterns exposed you, eventually they will see. You really can’t help being obsessed. But it’s not your mind to decide who I will be. You can keep making assumptions and twisting the knife, in the end the truth prevails.
My evidence is the damage you did, the accusations the projection, you had no transparency. Just lie for yourself and expect truth from me. Did you forget you knew the truth until you decided to **** me? Just another twisted lie. A lie you can’t even remember, because nothing is true to you. Just words you can’t even remember spin. You pick and choose whatever you want to hear, but to take that from someone else and spread a **** you?
When this goes further and you know you messed up. He won’t be there to clean those crocodile tears. Poor you, your own **** up.
All you will ever be is a distant memory of a bully.
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