Poshol Nahui

So, let me venture out and ask a serious question.

What the fuck is your problem?
First of all, what business is it of yours who likes me, who I like, what I'm doing in my lovelife, what I'm not doing in my lovelife, or my lovelife at all. My personal life is closed to you and you don't even have a right to comment on it, let alone meddle.

Go. Fuck. Yourself.

Or better yet, why don't you upgrade a couple years and a ring or two? After all, then you not only can act like the child you are but you can legitimately be one in comparison. :)

I fucking saw through you. I took you for your flaws--right? I tried to take you for who you were and appreciate the person behind the persona. I'd take a hit for you, a fall for you, a bullet for you, and all you do is insult me? I can't take away the favors you do for me and no matter what a douche you are I can't deny that you care about me. But I also cannot deny that emotionally, you treat me like an inconsequential middle school loser that exists for your bullying. You know what? I had accidentally fallen in love with you. And fuck if you know--I don't care if you know because it no longer matters since I no longer have anything to lose in it. You have no investments in this friendship anyway.

I slept with you because I cared about you and we connected like I'd not connected with any one person before. And you tell me to go fuck Paul like my sex is an object to be thrown around? You tell me who to go cuddle with like my personal life is some hilarious joke to you? Do you say that shit to look cool in front of Danny and Oleg and all of our friends? Because you're demeaning me and putting me on display just so you have something to snicker about and think you're just slightly cooler than the dining hall scum on my shoe when you act like that.

You need to fucking recognize. I don't sweat you. I don't like you. I don't want you because you're a snob whose as good as a mutt dog. Unlike you, I have legitimate standards. A six pack biker engineer with the right cultural background is no longer enough to sugarcoat you and blind me to your insensitivity, ingratitude, and immaturity. Fuck this book I don't care if it's not closed it's not even in my library anymore. How the hell could I hurt anyone I move on to when "Ne chevo dazhe ne svetyet" when it comes to you ever pulling your head out of your ass?

I said what I meant last night.
FUCK you.

I'm out. Goodbye. Good luck finding anyone to be there for you when you're alone in the dark with no one to laugh at your jokes.

Goodbye. I'm not beat.