Confession #1
You; I felt comfortable with who I was, and you swore up and down that the way I was would be the worst thing for me. You changed my clothes, tried to get me to remove all of my body mods and then tell me that if I dressed more “feminine” (sorry if i prefer jeans?) I would be more attractive to myself, but instead, I somehow looked like you in the end. I’m glad you’re out of my life. I’m actually more than glad, and somehow I’m getting over it by myself without the so called “pity” You told me I was trying to receive, unlike you, I have feelings, and I don’t cry to manipulate the living fuck out of people. And before I finish this, I think you should learn how to talk to people, they don’t like being talked to like dogs and then the excuse that comes out of your mouth is ” sorry, you know I’m a big mouthed bitch” Not cute cunt, not even fucking cute.
