So you just decided not to text back, huh? We planned to meet again and discuss how our relationship could work. But to simply not check in and or communicate back with me to finalize our plans is crazy to me. I gave you another chance and you showed me your childish ways, yet again. You're a thirty four year old woman who cannot effectively communicate. Amazing that my fantasy of being involved with an older woman would be a walk in the park are now crushed, right?!
In the duration of our time you magnified my emotional maturity. Consistently pointing out my flaws. The truth is that my emotionally maturity was a diversion to your issues. You're not shit and you only wanted to fuck me.
You didn't text me back because I made it explicitly clear that I don't want to be your girlfriend! That I essentially friend zoned you. Which is just a translation for relationship boundaries but I guess you don't understand that.
You're a bitch and I hate you really bad. I hate how you made me cringe. That you never cleaned the boogars from your nose. How you ate your food so damn fast that the bacteria from the air didn't even hit it.
Crossing my boundaries and gaslighting me to think that the interactions were small incidents. Painting me mystical lies to trap a shining fairy like me. The predatory stares and aggressive petting. Wearing panties multiple times in a row. Who the fuck wears the same exact underwear. Specifically three days in a row. The lying about what you liked because it's what l liked.
Yuck, the desperation oozed out of you and it now stinks up the room. The weird energy sucking vampire that you are has to go. You must be banished. Oh how could I be so silly to let you back in. I hope I never meet another motherfucker like you. Thank god I killed the spider in my house. You've haunted me enough! The time we spent together turned into a waste of my energy. Goodbye and never think of me again. You no longer receive that privilege.
