Wala pa to noong nagstart ako magsulat ng ibang thread! Yikes! Binago ko na yung isang thread hahaha buti na lang wala pang nagdugtong.
You used to say I was a liar, on everything. I told you that I loved you, you called that a lie. I kept you alive, literally, even as I had nothing left for me. You said that was a lie, too. So, pardon me if I think every single word you say is a lie, even if it comes now, when you tell me that you loved me, and that you’re sorry for what happened between us.
Thank you for being there when you were at your lowest? Liar. I can see the flames in your pants in Europe; the light from the flames was that bright.
Liar. User-fucking friendly asshole. The last time we talked was only because you needed help finding a job. Again. Not my fucking fault you can’t get hired. So, sorry not sorry, you fucking liar, wherever you are.
That’s a lie; I know exactly where you are. It was a mistake seeing your Facebook profile to catch up. I know you always look at mine - for months I paid you no mind at all yet there was your face above my Messenger feed. What are you looking for? Forgiveness? Salvation? A second chance? Me? I look at how shitty your life has been since you left. It pleases me no end.
Yesterday, the guy who knocked you up while we were together liked my post on Facebook. I still want to punch his face. Maybe I will.
I do want so much to believe that my ghost still haunts you as much as your ghost haunts me, even if you say that it does. I hope that my ghost irritates and infuriates you as much as I used to. I hope that my ghost gives you as much grief and regret as is possible for the great love we somehow lost. I hope my ghost lurks and strikes you in the quiet moments when you are alone in the room we used to share.
Don’t bother me unless you’re going to pay up. It’s around 300k. I doubt you’re going to make the money.