Mrtenant
Lord of Chaos
- Joined
- Sep 4, 2009
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Dear ex,
Two months later and every part of me wants to call you and scream at you. "Why did you fuck this up???"
Our breakup is all on you. We had something truly great for awhile before you blindsided me and went all junior high on me. You're the one that looks sad in all this, because unbeknownst to me, you never knew what you wanted. You did damage that not many have ever done to me: you made me doubt myself.
And I hate that I even still think about you. You've destroyed my ability to trust and ruined my desire be with anyone. Women just sicken and disgust me now because I've been trained to believe that it's all going to end like this. With me wanting to just fucking eat a bullet.
I'm fighting like fucking mad to get out of this awful place. Some days are good. Today I'm like a house that just got leveled by a hurricane.
Fuck This Shit. Seriously.
Dude, you're too cool a dude to dwell in that house of pain. Get with some men, your brothers, your friends, play pool, hang out. Get some hobbies. Focus on yourself.
Be the man you are.
You hear me?
Be the man you are.
Not this. Burn through it if you must, tie on a huge weeklong drunk or something. But, in the end, we are men. And more importantly? An individual not built on the the shittiness of others.
Be well muther fucker. PM me if ya wanna. I wont grope you much. Promise.


