Mother fucking peice of shit. Lying peice of shit! Arg! I hate it. I hate it so much it makes me want to rip my teeth out and watch them sit in a glass of water so I can have something to do rather then seethe. Because I always find out. I always freaking FIND out. It's not like you aren't doing it all that well, just there are too many factors that are against you! I can't believe it, not again. Not fucking again. I admitted the truth, I let him know what happened, and yea, it blew up, but to find out NOW that MONTHS AND MONTHS had gone by and I was lied too, god I fucking HATE that. I gave him EVERY chance to just fess up! To just admit what everyone already knew, and he couldn't even do that. What the fuck? Why, why bother to be so blatantly obvious about shit and then not admit it?! I sometimes wonder why I even bother anymore, and damn it why the fuck do I even care?