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Your Life of Deceit and Denial.
I’m not sure where you stand, whether you’re still taking ‘time’. This just needs to be said.
Don’t worry boy. My anger won’t last long. I know your life is already your punishment. A 27 year old boy of mediocre accomplishment who’s incapable of true intimacy, who callously lies and cheats, who can’t hold down a job, who is in debt up to his eyeballs, who has few friends, who can’t support his children, who’s living in a shell of a real home, alone. Who isn’t even close to his dreams, who is insecure, who’s moral compass is broken, who’s dissatisfied with his life.
A woman comes along and tries to love him, encourage his dreams, and decides she’ll share her life with him. And he repays her with secrecy and lies, a breakup based on his own inability to get real, and tops it off by having an affair when things get too hard. Then tries to project onto his partner that she was the untrustworthy one. And tells her it was all about “not connecting anymore.” Complete bullshit!
This is who you are: a sad, selfish, devious little boy who moves from one person to another, putting on a face, having no real connections, lying to others, lying to himself.
Yes, I keep saying boy, because you are certainly not a man. You can’t have the title of a man when you can’t handle the responsibility of being one.
You don’t need to worry about me trying to get revenge or expose the real you, or humiliate you in anyway. I’ve better things to do with my time. Besides, you’re doing that all by yourself. Your entire life is one big humiliation. And no matter how much you deny it, you know it’s true.
You choose to let all this bullshit continue. If you wanted to change anything, you could. I know you well enough by now to know that when you want to do something, you do it. You’ve had plenty of time to reevaluate your situation and your actions, and the damage it does to yourself and other people. Why have you done nothing about it? And I don’t mean trolling online for new people or chasing meaningless relationships and sleeping around, because that’s childish. I mean taking action and making adult decisions. I can tell you why, because you’re a coward. You’re too scared to be yourself, too scared to face the truth of your actions, too scared to take any responsibility.
I’m not judging you, I don’t need to. You know what you’ve done. You know what you are. You have become everything you said you’d never be.
I know I haven’t been perfect, but I don’t regret what I’ve said or what I’ve done because no matter how ugly the truth, I’ve been honest, and quite frankly, you manipulated me. But I’ll be just fine.
You’re the one that has to live with the lies and guilt (if you actually have any). You know you’ve done wrong, but you’ll never admit it. That would mean admitting that you’re not the good guy you portray yourself to be, the guy you need to be seen as.
All this time I’ve been holding on, waiting on you to tell the truth, validate the truth we both know. I only now realise that I don’t need you to do that, I’ve seen all the truth I need to know. I don’t need you to validate anything for me, your words mean nothing because they’re blatant lies.
I’ll never be perfect, but I am a good person, even you know that. I can validate myself. I don’t need to use others for that.
You don’t truly value anyone or anything other than your good guy persona. You go ahead and keep living your life of deceit and denial, never having anything real. Go ahead and keep painting me the bad guy so you can be the good guy. I couldn’t care less, anyone who matters knows the truth. Go ahead and share this with your ‘mates’, have a laugh at my expense, I can take it. Just shows what a lowly cheap person you are.
So to make it perfectly clear. Yes, we are most definitely over. I don’t want you. You have nothing good to offer. Goodbye and fuck you very much.
I’ll leave you with this though…
Just imagine your daughter dating a guy like you…. How does that thought sit with you??
You may not care too much now about what you’ve done or how you continue to treat people, but I guarantee you’ll care if you ever have to wipe tears off your daughters face for those same reasons.
Anonymous
Go L%#@ Yourself, MotherLover
It wasn’t lost on anybody that Justin Bieber’s Love Yourself was truly an Eff U Letter. Justin admitted that the song was definitely about someone in Bieber’s past but wouldn’t say just who.
Love Yourself
For all the times that you rain on my parade
And all the clubs you get in using my name
You think you broke my heart, oh, girl for goodness’ sake
You think I’m crying on my own. Well, I ain’t
And I didn’t wanna write a song
‘Cause I didn’t want anyone thinking I still care. I don’t,
But you still hit my phone up
And, baby, I be movin’ on
And I think you should be somethin’ I don’t wanna hold back,
Maybe you should know that
My mama don’t like you and she likes everyone
And I never like to admit that I was wrong
And I’ve been so caught up in my job,
Didn’t see what’s going on
But now I know,
I’m better sleeping on my own
‘Cause if you like the way you look that much
Oh, baby, you should go and love yourself
And if you think that I’m still holdin’ on to somethin’
You should go and love yourself
And when you told me that you hated my friends
The only problem was with you and not them
And every time you told me my opinion was wrong
And tried to make me forget where I came from
And I didn’t wanna write a song
‘Cause I didn’t want anyone thinking I still care. I don’t,
But you still hit my phone up
And, baby, I be movin’ on
And I think you should be somethin’ I don’t wanna hold back,
Maybe you should know that
My mama don’t like you and she likes everyone
And I never like to admit that I was wrong
And I’ve been so caught up in my job,
Didn’t see what’s going on
But now I know,
I’m better sleeping on my own
‘Cause if you like the way you look that much
Oh, baby, you should go and love yourself
And if you think that I’m still holdin’ on to somethin’
You should go and love yourself
For all the times that you made me feel small
I fell in love. Now I feel nothin’ at all
And never felt so low when I was vulnerable
Was I a fool to let you break down my walls?
‘Cause if you like the way you look that much
Oh, baby, you should go and love yourself
And if you think that I’m still holdin’ on to somethin’
You should go and love yourself
‘Cause if you like the way you look that much
Oh, baby, you should go and love yourself
And if you think (you think) that I’m (that I’m) still holdin’ on (holdin’ on) to somethin’
You should go and love yourself
Written by Justin Bieber, Ed Sheeran and Benny Blanco 2015
Crushed…
FUCK YOU.
FUCK THIS.
FUCK STRINGING ME ALONG.
FUCK YOUR LIES.
FUCK YOUR MIND GAMES.
FUCK YOUR BULLSHIT.
FUCK YOUR JEALOUSY.
FUCK MY JEALOUSY.
FUCK MY FEELINGS.
FUCK FEELINGS FADING.
FUCK WAITING.
FUCK GIVING UP.
FUCK YOUR NERVES.
FUCK BEING SHY.
FUCK YOUR FRIENDS.
FUCK YOU.
March 2, 2010
Eff You. Thank You, Cee Lo.
Fuck You
(Chorus)
I see you driving ’round town
With the girl i love and i’m like,
Fuck you!
Oo, oo, ooo
I guess the change in my pocket
Wasn’t enough i’m like,
Fuck you!
And fuck her too!
I said, if i was richer, i’d still be with ya
Ha, now ain’t that some shit? (ain’t that some shit?)
And although there’s pain in my chest
I still wish you the best with a…
Fuck you!
Oo, oo, ooo
Yeah i’m sorry, i can’t afford a ferrari,
But that don’t mean i can’t get you there.
I guess he’s an xbox and i’m more atari,
But the way you play your game ain’t fair.
I picture the fool that falls in love with you
(oh shit she’s a gold digger)
Well
(just thought you should know nigga)
Ooooooh
I’ve got some news for you
Yeah go run and tell your little boyfriend
(chorus)
Now i know, that i had to borrow,
Beg and steal and lie and cheat.
Trying to keep ya, trying to please ya.
‘Cause being in love with you ass ain’t cheap.
I picture the fool that falls in love with you
(oh shit she’s a gold digger)
Well
(just thought you should know nigga)
Ooooooh
I’ve got some news for you
i really hate yo ass right now
(chorus)
Now baby, baby, baby, why d’you wanna wanna hurt me so bad?
(so bad, so bad, so bad)
I tried to tell my mamma but she told me
“this is one for your dad”
(your dad, your dad, your dad)
Uh! Whhhy? Uh! Whhhy? Uh!
Whhhy lady? Oh! I love you oh!
I still love you. Oooh!
(chorus)
You’ll Regret You Lost Me.
Dear Ex-Boyfriend,
At first when you called me 2 years ago, I was extremely happy, confused, and somewhat surprised that you thought about me -and even got my number..It had been 4 years since I had heard from you when I left that boarding school. I loved how we talked, we got along, caught up, and I felt so bad for my at the time boyfriend, I broke up with him for you. I ask you if you had a gf, you said no. I look on facebook, it claims you’re married to some chick and she’s writing all over your wall. I let it go, and you said you had ‘taken care of it’. You put me through hell for the whole of 2010-2011 year. You pushed me and pulled me, you made me feel like the best thing that’s happened to you, then you’d make me feel like I’m the scum of the Earth. And I allowed that! When we finally got together in 2012, I thought things would be right, but something did not sit right in my heart..I knew you still had feelings for her, but I had given up so much there was no way I was going to lose you. I gave you my everything, and you still continued to LIE to me, like I’m worth nothing. All those times I’d text you and you’d barely text back, barely call me, couldn’t even at least ADD me on Facebook…That said a lot. It really said a lot. Then you decide to tell me that ‘you still have feelings for her, you’ve been meaning to tell me but you knew i’d be hurt’ Well, you should’ve told me A REALLY LONG TIME AGO before I gave you EVERYTHING. You then have the audacity to ask me to help you win her back, and since I LOVED you, I was kind enough to say yes. And she disrespects the hell out of me, and you don’t even try to set her straight, or even at least back me up! You just took her side and said I was crazy. I was being immature. You fucking hurt me. After ALL that I’ve done for you, all the patience I had for the past 2 years, THAT is how you repaid me? You know what, even though I still think about that situation, I’m glad we’re not together. I still think about how much you hurt me. I want to get rid of this pain, but it’s so gosh damn hard! I cannot believe I fell for your lies. And thank you for being a dick because now I know; in order to love a good guy, you have to love a couple of assholes first. I’m so glad I’m free of you. I changed my number, blocked you on facebook, twitter, skype, oovoo and even changed my e-mail address. There’s no way you’ll EVER get ahold of me now. I don’t EVER want to hear from you again. And I know karma will come bite you and your girlfriend in the ass. You will truly be sorry for everything you put me thorugh, and you’ll wonder ‘why are all these bad things happening to me?’ Because of you, I’ve learned to be stronger, wiser, more level headed, and become more suspicious of men. Because of you, I have hope in the world that there are better guys out there than you. I will find a guy that is TWICE the man you were. Shit, you weren’t even a man, you’re a BOY. I do not wish you the best in life. I do not wish you happiness. I want you to feel pain before you can even begin to know what happiness and love feel like. You can go to hell. You can go fuck yourself. I will find a man that is so much more deserving of my affection, my time, my love, my kindness. I do thank you in a way because you’ve taught me a lot of lessons about assholes and now I can definitely spot an asshole when I see one. So deuces to your sorry ass. I’m moving on with my life. I’ll become successful, I’ll become happy, I’ll become everything I intend to be, and one day you’ll be sorry you ever took me for granted, and treated me like I’m nothing. So, fuck you, and go rot in hell along with your rude, obnoxious, immature 23 year old girlfriend who acts like an 18 year old. You’ll regret you lost me one day.
Sincerely yours,
R.N
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I Can’t Get Over You Getting Over Me
It was a title match
I was a twelfth-round knock-out
I wasn’t morning sun
But you were a midnight black-out
You took me up and down
On your rollercoaster
Less up than down
But I would have killed anyone for you
And I can’t get over you getting over me
And I can’t get over you getting over me
You were a marathon
That left me so exhausted
Body and mind
And thoroughly disgusted with myself
When you’d say jump
Everyone was at your service
And when you got that look
You made everybody nervous
And I can’t get over you getting over me
And I can’t get over you getting over me
Bridge
Maybe I stayed too long
And then I couldn’t wait to escape
Maybe I left too soon
And you were just about to change
And I can’t get over you getting over me
And I can’t get over you getting over me
You left me twisted
More broken than bent
Is the new guy a prince
Does he like your stupid friends?
I’m still wounded
And I can’t stop the bleeding
I apply pressure
But I still regret not cheating that one time
And I can’t get over you getting over me
And I can’t get over you getting over me
And I can’t get over you getting over me
And I can’t get over you getting over me
I Can’t Get Over You Getting Over Me
Words and Music by Chad Gendron 2011
I HATE YOU: a letter to my ex
08-10-2009
You hurt me so bad! I’m having trouble breathing. No one was as close to me as you except my mom, and even she didn’t know all my secrets.
You let my birthday go by ignored, which wasn’t surprising, but it did prove how you didn’t really want to be friends after all. I don’t know your previous intentions and I won’t second guess them now, but just by judging your actions alone, you don’t care about me.
Why didn’t I trust my instincts? You kept lying to me, telling me crap bs, stupid promises and declarations of love that were based on the moment and not your true heart. I should have listened to my 11th grade history teacher who told me to use my head to make decisions based on the facts only. But my heart wanted to believe you cared. I guess in this case my heart was wrong.
I have a date next week and it feels like I’m cheating on you. He has a lot in common with you, actually, which sucks. He’s black and a sci fi geek, except he’s more warm and expressive, which you lacked (you were a cold douche bag).
He even sent me a birthday card (without me having to hope) and wants to do something special for me. After being with you so long, that’s a first. I hope I can learn how to handle being with a person who knows how to treat me right!
Yes, you did nice things, but I realize those acts were driven by obligation and a sense of guilt, not passion. You’re an ass for acting like I was such a burden to you and blaming me for your problems.
Today I really hate you. I don’t even like your ugly name. It rhymes with pee and it’s just as stinky. You are holding me back and you aren’t even here!
It’s amazing how I can hate someone so much that I used to love. The thought of you repulses me—you with another woman, telling her your crap lies as you use her for sex. You’re probably with someone like Jamie, because you ____________ brothers are masochistic weenies who get off on women who cheat, call you names, and humiliate you. I never did those things to you and you treat me like garbage.
I guess I should laugh at you in front of your family and put you down like L does to your brother D (who is such a wimp…I liked him but he lets his wife walk all over him and he actually prefers to LIKE it that way).
Next time I am going to stay away from you a-hole “nice guys” and your “long-suffering” (as you characterized yourself) ways.
Ya’ll just want someone to blame for being irresponsible, so you can hide behind their apron, you wimp!
I hope you get kicked out of college; you deserve it for playing videogames instead of doing your assignments. You always lied to your professors and told them you had some kind of emergency. You’re full of it.
I know I deserve better than you and everyone knows that. They know what a jerk you are. E even said she wouldn’t put it past you to have a booty call; she never trusted you. Funny how I was so blind. I feel like such a fool for letting you manipulate me by acting like I was incapable of choosing my own outfits, meals, and everything else. You even put down my writing.
I just got accepted to a professional writing school, little do you know…
Eat that, you bum!
(Anonymous)
Editor’s Note:
Here’s a book that might help:
Here’s a song that might help:
Carrie Underwood: Some Hearts (Track 7: Before He Cheats. The rest of the album may or may not cheer you up.)
And if all else fails, here’s a movie you might find fun:
You make me touch ur hands for stupid reasons…
Here is a fine example of being so hurt that spelling and punctuation go out the window. But sometimes just letting it rip is the best approach. If you took the time to edit, there might be the temptation to ease off a bit. Remember, sometimes irrational is the best approach.
