Oh, GIRL.

I’m six kinds of ready to fucking choke a bitch right now.  Never in my life have I alternated so quickly between wanting to hug somebody and wanting to rip out their heart and voice box and do a jig in such a violent manner on said body parts that it takes an entire forensics team at least four months to figure out what the fuck the leftover pulp started as.

To my best friend’s ex:

You’re the ex for a fucking reason.  You broke his heart after you played all your stupid little mind games and I am NOT having that shit.  Don’t start coming around again and acting like not a goddamned thing happened and everything is sunshine and daisies in the wake of every step you take.  Get off your high horse and realize that just because you have a constant following of fans willing to blow smoke up your ass about your looks and how you’re such a “good person”, it doesn’t make you any better than what you were before.

And let me tell you something, asshole.  What you were before and what you are now, as it turns out, are THE EXACT SAME FUCKING THING.  You haven’t grown up.  You still expect the masses to fawn over you.  You hide behind ridiculous cliches. You still treat people, including HIM, like shit.

Come near him again and see what happens.  I fucking dare you.

Begrudgingly,
Hoffy

Aaaaaaaaaaand now that I’ve got that out of my system, I think I can sleep.

1 year ago  /  Notes