i know you read my blog still. and all my other social media. don’t ever even look in my direction again. you don’t know how close i was to beating your ass but i don’t want to go to jail so. stay away from my friends, my friends friends. go ahead and text your two remaining friends on this planet about how fucking ugly i looked today. then you can text the other friend of the two about how the other friend is fat and disgusting. just know i have a whole fucking book you wrote me full of weird shit and ill be holding onto it as a reminder that you’ve ALWAYS been a psychotic bitch. it was smart of you to look away because you know all the lies you told about me. i abused the guy who hit me?? i abused the guy who mocked my suicide attempt as i threw up pills?? i abused the guy who infected me an STD that gave me pelvic inflammatory disease? and you cost me my best friend for a year and a half, and while your bullshit made us stronger, i am still so hurt we couldn’t be there for each other during those dark times but like you fucking care. but if we run into each other again, continue to look the other way because if you see you and your ugly contact lenses that you never clean, i will fucking lose it. and i don’t like feeling that way. go make a sad post on your blog and label me as many ugly labels as you want. call me racist, i just want to remind you who dropped the hard r constantly and said they would never date black guys and the only POC justice you seem to truly care about is fair skinned asians because the others don’t really count as REAL asian, right? seriously fuck you. don’t think i’ll avoid that starbucks again either bc i’ll keep going there as i damn please. and please keep studying bc we all know it isn’t even really studying at this point. you love the charade of feeling smart when you’re one of the most average, insignificant, people i’ve ever met. keep fetishizing japanese culture. keep calling your mom a useless bum who mooches off your dad. you’re a complete piece of human filth. bitch stay lonely for the rest of your life. you scared off the one boyfriend you had, wonder how any other romantic developments are going. you will always be alone. the sad thing is that i really cared about you at one point but i can’t even look back at that with a single ounce of fondness bc of all of the fucked up shit you pulled. so again, keep your distance. running away is what you’re best at. oh by the way, heard about your creative writing piece on rodney the ram. read like seventh grade slam poetry. please keep that shit up. but for real, i hate you but would never wish harm upon you. i want you to live a sad long life and the hunch on your back doubling over. AND FUCK THAT GROSS BIRTHMARK YOU DISGUSTING CUNT