I hate my ex's. I hate furries. I LOATHE my ex that is a furry.
I broke up with him because he meowed during sex. I dated him because he liked me, not the other way around. Now that he's back in the area, he thinks that our two month mistakes allows in access to my life. If he stops by my place again, I am calling the police. I can't put up with this shit, especially when I've told him plainly that I can't stand him. He's just too dumb to understand.
Maybe he should know that I cheated on him, that I felt sorry for him, that I realized rather early on that he was a loser, that if he is any where near me I want to vomit. But even saying and acting on these things does not work. I don't know if I want to draw blood or cry from this frustration.
I broke up with him because he meowed during sex. I dated him because he liked me, not the other way around. Now that he's back in the area, he thinks that our two month mistakes allows in access to my life. If he stops by my place again, I am calling the police. I can't put up with this shit, especially when I've told him plainly that I can't stand him. He's just too dumb to understand.
Maybe he should know that I cheated on him, that I felt sorry for him, that I realized rather early on that he was a loser, that if he is any where near me I want to vomit. But even saying and acting on these things does not work. I don't know if I want to draw blood or cry from this frustration.