Ribbit.

Why must you immediately think that when others are critical of you and yours that they're naturally, obviously just jealous of you?

Like if I said how you're a pathetic, skanky little twit, that automatically makes me jealous of you? Uh, hello. Not everything is about jealousy, people. Christ on a crutch. Have you ever wondered that maybe, just maybe, you really ARE a pathetic, skanky little twit and I just happen to be the ONLY one who has the balls to point it out?

Or maybe I'm just a critical bitch with nothing better to do... hey, it's a free country, I can criticize anybody I want. Just so happens, I want to criticize you. You're an easy target. You make it SO easy for me to pick on you. Yes, you, I'm talking to you. The one who went snooping around my profile to get to this blog. Yes, you.

You're so predictable, it hurts.

Wait, I have to apologize to the other readers of this blog. I know it's become such a drag to read my posts lately but well... my blog. Easy enough to click out of it, right? But, after this post, I promise... I'll be less bitchy and more.... uhm... perky. Depends.

Ok, back to why I'm writing this post. It's just laughable how you think you KNOW everything there is to know about the guy you're all fighting over. Consider the source of your information. You get the stories from him, right? Has he not proven, time and again that he can lie his way out of anything? And yet, you believe him. No wonder you're such a pathetic mess.

Let me spell it out for you... he doesn't love you, he never did, he never will. He just does NOT know the concept of love. Just accept the fact that he's sweet when he wants something and an asshole when he's getting that something from someone else. You're not the problem, he is. Wake up!

You know why it's SO easy to hack you to pieces? It's because you're already IN pieces. He's done most of the work for me. I'm just adding a bit of spice to the whole thing. (By the way, lemme know if you can't understand some of this because, hey, we both know your grammar is just... ugh. I'll gladly post a tagalog version.)

And also, that twat you're calling "ate" who claims to be his "buddy" also slept with him. How's that for a friend? You haven't read the messages on his phone, have you? Too bad hun. I have. I was there when she WOULD NOT stop calling him at 2 freaking a.m.! I was there when he had to tell her to stop texting because he was with me. Seriously.

You're only 18 and you're already willing to give up what future you have just to hold on to him? Really? And you're calling ME the loser? (By the way, that other friend you have who has absolutely NOTHING to do with all the crap that's been going on, tell her that loser is spelled with one O. And that the next time she pokes her flat little nose into my business, I'm going to show her just how butt ugly she really is.)

Here's a piece of advice. Unwanted, sure but suck it up, this is MY blog. Move on darling. Move on. Build a bridge and get over it already. He's never going to change and I seriously think you've got a lot more to offer the world that just being his doormat.

And let's get this out of the way, shall we? I do NOT want to be your friend. I do NOT want to make peace with you and I will never be jealous of you. Not in this lifetime. Yes, I'm older than you. Yes, you're younger. That's about it. If you think you're prettier, that's your opinion. If you think you're smarter... think again.

I reserve the right to keep hammering at you until you can't take it or until you wise up and get the hell out of that pseudo-relationship you have and take better control of your life. Whichever comes first.

Oh and hey "buddy", what's with you and the word pretty? Just curious. I don't really need an answer. I mean, there are other quotes out there that you can use that does not have the word pretty in it. Just saying...

And cut. Ribbit.