Stay. Away. From. Me.

I don't even know why I ever trusted this person. All they've ever done is use me and hurt me and make me feel like crap. And in return, all I've ever done is try to show love and concern, sometimes tough love, but love nonetheless.

I don't know why I have ever tried to help this person. Any "love" they reciprocated was certainly not actually love, they say, but some misguided attempt to make me feel better by leading me on for a while. What the hell is that? Then they go and tell people things that are completely confidential (or so I thought!), wholly upsetting, and totally wrenching for me to have to deal with again. FOR ME to have to deal with, because let me mention, they didn't deal with them at all. They may think they have, may tell people they did, but they WERE NOT THERE and never were. They weren't there, they didn't really care to be there, but they really should have been there. It was the most painful thing, physically and emotionally, that ever happened to me in life. Ever. And I went through it totally alone.

The worst part about it is, they feel nothing. I think I'm dealing with a real clinical sociopath. They say "oh, I feel bad" but you don't see any kind of emotion or hear it in their voice. They don't feel bad. They only feel bad because it is socially acceptable for them to say that after hurting someone, and it isn't socially acceptable to say "You know, I don't really care. Screw you." They hang around with people just for kicks, not to have some real connection to them. I dare you to try connecting to this person. It's like hitting a brick wall. Unless, of course, you've got something they want. Then they'll love you a lot. Until they have it. Then you're nothing again.

Toxic vibes. He has toxic, toxic vibes. Maybe that's why I'm never at ease around him.
His soul seems to be about as well made as his physical body which, I told him, was "manufactured and assembled by little eight year olds in China. And the instructions were in Russian. And the Chinese kids didn't have any thumbs." Maybe he's a living, breathing Grinch.

I understand that communication is helpful, but some people are wanting to MAKE me talk to them about something I don't want to talk with them over. I can talk about it, but it is not your business, and I don't want to make it your business. It's the business of the piece of shit bloodsucking sociopath. Obviously, he's not talkin', but it is not something I just love to gab about. You talk about the worst thing that's ever happened to you with someone whom you feel totally uncomfortable talking about it with. Go ahead. You'll love it.

This is getting ridiculous. Everybody fuck off.