Friday 17 January 2014

His name is Sam fucking Phipps. He has herpes. Spread the word not the disease.

The little bitch, the fucking whore. 
I bet if I was some bitchy confident popular girl he wouldn't of said that, it wouldn't have happened. 
Whose best? He has no idea, he can't tell me what's best for me. 
It was me, it obviously was me. My body language was wrong all night and he saw it. He knew I wasn't what he fucking wants. Before he even tried. Disgusting. What a dick. He said He's not what I deserve. How the fuck does he know what I deserve? He has know idea. He knows nothing, he can't claim to. "I hope I didn't lead you on". No of course you didn't, you didn't FUCKING KISS ME OR ANYTHING. That's not leading someone on, kissing someone. Of course not. How silly of me to assume something like that. The dickhead. Also instead of "I hope we can stay friends" he decided to say "stay in touch". Stay in touch? Stay in fucking touch? Are you kidding me? 
It's not that I'm weak and that I need him. It's not that I'm upset because I genuinely really liked him. I mean it is partly, but that's a minor reason. I hardly know him,  so how can I say I love him? For the record I don't, I never did. I'm upset because he thinks he can do it, and it's alright and he can get away with something like that. Fucking ridiculous. He thinks it's fine, and that I'll understand. He fucking thinks he's doing the "right thing". Personally I think it's a bit late for that. He should of thought about that before he asked me out on a date and then kissed me. 
This is ridiculous. He has no right to do something like this to anyone.