Why in the hell are you following me? You know I hate you. You have nothing to gain from following me. In fact, it just seems like another bitchy, snide way of getting my attention and reminding me that I ACTUALLY gave a shit and cared about you at some point. Well, congratulations, you have succeeded. Once again, you have me regretting ever even meeting you. Honestly, I wish you could just let shit go. Just keep me out of your life like I’ve been trying to keep you out of mine. And stay the hell away from people like Kayla (and her Tumblr…though I know that won’t happen), because she OBVIOUSLY hates your guts and wants you to disappear as much as I do. But no, that’s too much to ask. It’s like getting accidentally knocked up and having a miscarriage wasn’t enough for you. You’re still putting yourself in places with people who have openly admitted that they don’t want you around. And you still somehow had the guts to show up at the studio on a Tuesday “just to visit”, claiming that you didn’t know I would be there, which was obviously a lie because the last time you were there on a Tuesday, you tried to put me down and I said some shit about your kid that made you get in your car and leave, so that’s one reason that you MUST have known I might be there. Oh, and let’s not forget that you desperately wanted to talk to me; so desperately, in fact, that you went so far as to stand in the way of me shutting my car door until I raised my voice at you to get you to move. And as a final blow, let’s not forget how many times you’ve openly called me abusive. You constantly remind people of how terrible I was to you, and how many times I hurt you, and all this terrible unimaginable bullshit about me, and yet, here you are. If I’m SO FUCKING bad, why the hell don’t you just piss off? Why do you not decide to keep me out of your life and distance yourself from me and my “abusive” ways…? I guess what I’m saying is that I can’t pity you. Not for as long as you keep volunteering yourself to get hurt by sticking around people and situations in which you are bound to get hurt. All this shit that’s happening to you is your own fault. You completely, 100% deserve it and I guarantee you it will not stop until you stop looking out for it. And I know I’ve said that to you a million times and more, and I have people like Taylor who have heard me say it, and have completely agreed with me. I really don’t care what you have to say about me, or what you have to say about this post, because, quite frankly, I am well beyond sick of you. I want you gone from my life more than you can possibly imagine. And here, you decide to follow me. Like it wasn’t enough for you to just know my username and be able to take a look at my tumblr without me knowing, you just HAD to click the little fucking follow button. Now, all I can hope is that this post is persuasion enough to convince you to leave me the fuck alone, online, on the phone, and in person. I know it’s a long shot, but I really just want you to fuck off that badly.