First, I’d like to say that I do wish you the best. But as these months have passed by, I’ve realized that you are kind of a dick. I don’t regret most of what I said to you and in hindsight, I think I was spot on with a lot of what I said.
You complain how all you want is to be loved. We’ll maybe if you would get the fuck off of Twitter for awhile and stop all those video games and porn, you might meet someone.
I gave my love to you and you picked Twitter over it. Are you for fucking real?
Another dick move you pulled is you wanted to know every little thing about me. You’re so fucking inquisitive. I trusted you and told you things I wouldn’t dare tell anyone else.
You had the fucking nerve to tell another woman all of these things. Yeah, you’re a dick. What kind of fucked up, shitty move is that?
Sure, you can be nice but you need to stop living your fucking life being run by your computer, show a lot more respect to women, and see that nobody is perfect since you can’t seem to accept other people’s faults, even your own.