You’re one of the same. In fact, worst than the rest.
Weak, is what you are.
Projecting because you’re so afraid to face your own demons, you started digging for mine. Who granted you the authority to paint the portrait of my emotions? You kept telling me that I need help – do I actually or is it you for putting me there?
Look at what it is doing to you. I would have spiraled downhill if I needed help as much as you made it seem like I did. After what I had told you… yet you still choose to leave me in the ditch because you’re the most important to you; not your fault. But is it mine?
Your trembling voice seeking solace in my truth as I confronted you. It was only a question but your betrayal exposed you. Hilarious, because you’re trying? Trying to make it easy for me to get rid of you is what it is.
Funny for you to call my act of checking public information creepy; you who would pick skinning someone alive as the signature serial killer move, in an alternate universe.
The amount of gaslighting and pathetic attempts at manipulation. They said not to play with fire if you can’t handle the heat. It’s also a little sad because I deserve so much more, knowing my soulmate would never do this to me.
Someday you’re going to wish that you had been true to yourself and honest with your therapist. You know, little respect would have been fucking nice.
Guess I’ll see you in hell.
MichelleAKJ 