for the guy who wanted to have it all.

We don’t love you. We don’t want to meet you in a sleazy restaurant/hotel/third floor walk up. We don’t even like you.

You’re disgusting. Pathetic. And irrelevant.

I hope she finds out. I hope your mother finds out. And I hope they both confront you. And make sure you know the pompous piece of shit you actually are.

And I hope you hurt. I hope your heart weighs heavy and your brain constantly reminds you of your lies. And cheating. And manipulation. I hope you never feel the same again. I hope the feeling in your gut that you’ve been caught never goes away.



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