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Today, Trevor and I recorded OUR song together. So this is him and I singing You and I by Ingrid Michaelson. He’s playing the guitar and I’m horrible. Enjoy!
This shit has been long fucking over due and it’s time for me to blow some steam.
First of all, don’t walk around acting like your shit don’t fucking stank and acting like you’re some kind of god that people look up to and praise when in all actuality you’re just a little bitch made sad waste of a fucking penis. Any boy that puts his hands on a female is a disrespectful asshole but any boy that puts his hands on a female and denies it by making the girl look like she’s lying is a piece of shit and that’s exactly what you do, my friend.
Second of all! Don’t fucking act like you’re this superior boyfriend that’s just so perfect and that’s always there for everyone when they need someone and that never does anything wrong. Please. I’ll put your ass right into check when it comes to that shit. You think me getting a fucking stuffed animal and a thing of flowers the entire two years we dated is you being a good boyfriend when myself and my family gave you the world? Fuck no. Sit down.
Third of all, don’t say you want to beat everyone’s ass that has a thing with me. Don’t fucking make me look like I’m lying about shit because you have a gullible ass fucking girlfriend that believes everything that comes out of your god damn mouth even when shown proof that you’re fucking lying.
Fourth of all, who the fuck do you think you and your boys are? Hahahaha. You run a fucking skate park so all of the sudden you’re the most known people in the world and you “run Vegas”? Please. I’d like you to tell the real ass people that “run Vegas” who the real bosses are.
Fifth of all, don’t fucking get people on me to talk down to me and make me feel like less of a person and make me seem like I’m this low life piece of shit going no where in life. I have a future and thank god your ass won’t be involved in it any longer. Don’t bring people into our business by telling them a bunch of lies and making them believe I’m someone and something I’m not. Sit the fuck down. None of you have any room to judge who I am as a person when none of you have ever step FOOT in my shoes. You wouldn’t last a god damn day.
Sixth of all, don’t make fun of things that broke me down. Don’t make a joke out of the fact I almost killed myself. Don’t make a joke over my illnesses I have when I’m damn lucky I’m still standing here today. Don’t make a joke out of the fact I’ve always been in and out of the hospital. Don’t make a joke out of the fact I have depression and anxiety now BECAUSE OF YOU.
Last but not least, here’s a big fuck you for you taking advantage of everything left I had to offer and for you making me believe I’m something I’m not. I’m a damn good person and I will stand for EVERYTHING I am so I never fall for anything I have in the past. Thanks for the memories and the life lessons but stay the fuck out of my life.
I deserve so much better than you and I always will. You aren’t what and who you make yourself out to be. Heres to the past, mother fucker.
