Jesus fucking christ, talk about overkill.
His ENTIRE FACEBOOK PAGE is covered with pictures and drawings of him and his new girlfriend that other people draw or take for them and she draws them together constantly he draws them together constantly
What’s so fucking great about her?   She’s fat and fucking ugly with nappy ass hair, she doesn’t know how to dress and her face is fucking saggy, her stomach looks like a dead fucking pancake.  Not to mention her fucking personality, or what I’ve seen of it, she talks to him like a fucking baby cooing and shit
What makes her so much fucking better than me that you get with her like a week and a half fucking later?  You were always chasing after other people while you were with me, and you dropped me just to pursue a little crush on a  girl who couldn’t share you and now that you’re with her it’s just unflagging waves of rainbow colored fucking vomit and affection and it fucking sickens me
Yeah I guess I’m just fucking chopped liver, I’ve been your best friend and dated you on and off for years, and done everything right by you, or at least I’ve tried, and then you just drop me because I’m ‘young’ and now it’s like you don’t even fucking care.  You never talked to me first, and now it’s the same except you don’t even let me get my foot in the door.  Your responses are fucking minimal and I don’t know about ANYTHING going on in your life ever until I see more sickening cat vomit photos of it on facebook or a post about it on tumblr.  I guess I was never good enough to hold your attention, I guess that the only form of fucking love and devotion you really get is the kawaii desu korkoro BULLSHIT that she just pours in buckets over you.  I gave you everything I have but I guess that’s not enough, I guess me respecting you and accepting you and trying my best is just too subtle and tasteful, you need a five pound bag of sugar and not a bagel
Yeah, I remember how I called you my oatmeal and I was your bagel.  I’m a fucking everything bagel too, but I guess that’s not good enough. 
I’ve never been good enough for you and I never will.  I guess I just always held you back, huh? 
I’m done being fucking sad now.  I’m dine.  You’re not worth that.  I’m just fucking angry now.  Yeah, I’m jealous, but who fucking wouldn’t be?  Who wouldn’t be jealous when the only person they really gave their heart and soul to thinks some fat fucking anime cat vomit its better than me?  Who wouldn’t be jealous when you do your best to make out in public so everyone can see, when you never really even approached me?  Every time I wanted to touch you I was afraid it was too fucking much and you told me it was, but here you are glued to her everywhere.  What about me is so fucking disgusting?  I remember fucking everything and I keep looking at it and as much as it’s true that I was so happy with you, it’s also true that no matter how you tried to break it to me so that you could get rid of me, you still made part of me hate you and you still pulled a douchebag move.  I don’t fucking care if you see this or not, and if you do I don’t care if you say I’m fucking immature and impatient and my nose is where it shouldn’t be because you know what?  I have a fucking right to be angry and jealous and resentful.  I have every.  Fucking.  Right.  I hope you suck the life out of her and drop her like you dropped me and then move on through a whole nother string of boys and girls that’ll just be frivolous and meaningless, just small crushed.  I hope you keep doing the shit you’ve always done because when you come back to me the wreck you used to be, guess what?  I’ll be in a new fucking state with a better fucking life with everything I could possibly be and you’ll know what it feels like to be a nonfactor.  When you decide I’m worth your time again, maybe I’ll give you the same treatment you always gave me.
Then again, I’m probably lying becuase I need you in more ways than one and sometimes life doesn’t seem worth puitting effort into when I can’t have you and when you come back and you decided I’m worth your time again, I may have everything better off, but I’ll still be the same old Terra and love you with every fucking fiber of my body.
What a sack of shit I am.  I see why everyone treats me like a dog, now.  I care about people and love people and respect them and they can treat me like shit and leave me but I’ll still always be loyal and willing to forgive.  My affection and kindness and love is CHEAP.  Isn’t it?  I’m just cheap to people.  No one really ever seems to need me.  Maybe they say they appreciate what I do, and they say I’m nice and stuff, but I’m just a dog.  When they drop me off on the side of the road or I die, they just replace me.  I’m replaceable and cheap to all my fucking friends and all the people I’ve loved.  Yeah it seems like everyone cared and loved me so much on my birthday but looking at everything how can I not doubt what people say when I’me treated like a stinking dog?  When I’m treated as disposable and cheap?  What am I supposed to do?  Close up and never be nice or affectionate, hold grudges and betray people?  Will that make my love worth it?  Do I have to deny everything I am do I have to become a terrible person for people to actually value me?  Because that seems like it.  I guess being me makes me cheap.
Maybe I’m not done being sad.
I promised myself that I would try not to cut for one year while I was fifteen.  I’m really at the breaking point here and I don’t wee why the fuck not, because right now all I want to do is throw everything to the wind and bleed and bleed and bleed, even if the pain doesn’t feel right anymore, and even if it works for only twenty minutes.
Know what sucks?  Usually I’d go to you because you’re my soul confidant.  Now I have no one.  If you can leave me and treat me like this, when you needed me and I needed you, then who would ever think I’m indisposable and unique?  I can’t trust anybody.  Congratulations.  I was already distrusting and suspicious, but now my trust is broken like a fucking mirror and I think it’s always gonna be cracked.
You’ve broken me before and you eventually came back and loved me.  This same thing happened before, you got with someone else and I thought none of my close friends even cared anymore, and then things got better again.
Please, please.  Let history complete itself, but only once more.  I want this cycle to fucking end before we spend a lifetime doing this, or break apart forever.  I want things to settle.  I want to be done.