What the fuck ever

I’ve had people treat me like crap, I’ve had people call me names, but not ever had I ever felt so disrespected more than I have tonight.

Here’s the scenario: You break up with someone you’ve dated for 3 1/2 years, okay. Reassure them and their best friend over and over again it wasn’t for somebody else. (Even without that thinking that’s the case). You go on a date with someone about 1-2 weeks after you break up. This person you broke up with attempts suicide. For the days they were in the hospital you constantly call and show concern. This person gets out of the hospital: you stop talking to them.

After dating for so long, you create mutual friendships. A friend moves to a different state for three months, there is a welcome home party for them, both people are invited.

After not talking to this person for about a month+ (not even being generally concerned about their mental health or well being) you text this person to tell them you’ll bring your brother in law’s video game to this party.  Next part you tell them you’re bringing this person you went on a date with right after you broke up with the other person. 

HOW THE FUCK IN YOUR RIGHT MIND DOES THAT FUCKING MAKE ANY FUCKING SENSE? I MEAN, ARE YOU ON SOME OTHER PLANET WHERE YOU THINK THAT IS PERFECTLY OKAY AND TOTALLY NOT AN ASS HOLE MOVE TO DO?

This probably didn’t make sense or whatever but whatever.

I fucking hate people and I hate doing nothing but good for others and I end up getting shit on. Fuck you and I hope you swallow a spider and they lay eggs in your stomach and the eggs rupture and you blow up. K.