I'm just gonna start out with the "dear anonymous" facebook post I have.
Dear Anonymous,
Fuck. You.
You say you're so happy I'm in your life.
You say you brag to your friends about me.
You call me beautiful.
You tell me all about how your ex ruins your life.
AND THEN YOU GET BACK WITH HER.
After saying you really hope that something happens with us.
Not even six hours after you tell me you want to hold me.
Not even a whole day after saying you think I'm the one.
Well, guess what.
I fucking hate you.
And I hope you fucking understand when I don't answer your messages.
Scum.
SO LET ME JUST RAGE ABOUT THIS GUY.
We started working together, and he's like, "hey, I'm gonna follow you on twitter."
Oh, okay?
Whatever. I never get on there.
So we start taking through twitter, and he's all like,
"hey, snapchat me."
Mmkay.
Whatever. I don't really care.
This kid is a little weird.
THEN HE'S ALL LIKE
"HEY YOU SHOULD TEXT ME."
So I give him my number.
AND FUCKER STARTS TALKING TO ME.
Okay, so talking to him wasn't so bad.
It's when we started flirting.
He admitted he thought I was cute,
And I was all,
"Yeah, I thought you were cute, too."
AND THEN WE JUST START FLIRTING
And he tells me about how he hates when his ex starts shit with him
WHICH IS LIKE EVERY FUCKING DAY.
Something upsets him.
I'm there to help.
No big deal.
So I start thinking I like this guy,
And he starts calling me babe, baby, honey...
What are we, a married couple?
He says he can't wait to see what we'll be.
And he just seemed to care so much.
He said he was bragging about me to his friends.
Too cute, right?
WELL THEN I GET ON TWITTER
And he said on there, "giving in."
What?
Huh?
So I check back in a few,
AND HE JUST GOT BACK WITH HIS EX.
THE ONE THAT STARTS SHIT WITH HIM EVERYDAY.
WHAT THE FUCK.
So here I am, raging, at almost one in the morning
BECAUSE WHO THE FUCK DOES THAT.
NOT SIX HOURS AGO HE CALLED ME BABE.
NOT SIX HOURS AGO HE SAID HE WANTED TO HOLD ME.
What the fuck ever.
Matthew Stock,
Go fuck yourself.
Thanks for nothing.
