I hate how you think. The way you think. No really I don't care. You knew me for awhile. But you didn't get to know me. So how could you be spreading these, these lies.
I don't get how you can live with yourself. Not only knowingly ruining and tearing Two perfect hearts with the same words But making people believe your sick lies. Rumors. How do I feel about them. They can't hurt me and neither can you.
But what you forgot was I was not your girlfriend. And you cheated on her. You also left one person witness to it. So who says I can't tell the truth. Those people you call friends would turn on you. An then who would you turn to because, It is definitely not me or her.