I’m glad we are breaking up.



Hey you cancerous asshole.

Our relationship has been tumultuous, to say the least. We’ve had ups and downs. Breakups and forced reconciliation. There have been moments where no matter how hard I pushed you out of my life, you came slithering back in with your malicious intent. No matter how many locked doors and concrete walls I built, you somehow found your way back to me.

You came barging into my life, with no regard for myself or anyone around me. I was swiftly blindsided as you swept through me. Without a second to think, I was forced, pushed, and manipulated. You stole my most precious dreams. You trampled on my plans. You never cared. You’ve always been a narcissistic, sneaky, and reckless coward.



This arrangement has been toxic from the start. It hasn’t been good for either of us. From the second you entered my world, I’ve been mastering ways to get rid of you. I’ve gathered a team so great and powerful, the realm of our advances is mightier than your imagination. And likewise, you have conjured up tactical attacks on me. Let’s take a look at the facts. I’ve invited poison to flow through my veins, hunting you down with every curve of my vascularity. I’ve laid alone in a room while fiery lasers aim their beams on you, shooting up everything in the place you want to call home. I have been sliced open over and over, physically removing you from the premises. You’ve even parts of me that I so desperately wanted to use.



it was never enough. You still tried to slink back in. Spineless jerk.

Your ego is so large, it infects the world. You are shameless and careless. All you’ve given me is grief, pain, and suffering. I’m not even your one and only. You force your way into the lives of thousands of other innocent victims.

tiptoe your way into dark closets,

don’t you realize you are always found? This is not your average game of hide and seek.



Though you have proven yourself strong and determined, you’re not smart. You repeat your strategies, only changing the location of attack. All brawn. I’m no going to be yours anymore



You took my brother, my liver. My cousin.

I’m left fatherless. Brotherless.

But not without hope. Not without friends or support. So F off.

So sincerely your god damn future ex.

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