Why do you constantly write about me on this website? 

You’re words will stick with me for the rest of my life. I’m a fucking hoe? And a liar? I’m sorry but how? You know all of that shit applies to you. Not me. You cheated. You lied. You stabbed me in the back and proved yourself to be like every other asshole. That’s why you posted that shit as your status on Facebook but continue to talk about how much you love and miss me on this journal site. I don’t get it. 

Does your new love interest know about this website? Does she know that you left her apartment and stared at my old apartment because you couldn’t stop thinking about me? Probably not. 

Youre the liar. You always have been. And I hate you for that. 

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