This shithole of a „boyfriend“ is really driving me nuts,
but yeah, my fault, how dumb of me to think that he for once is actually doing what he’s supposed to do: give me a fucking date to pick up my stuff from his shithole place where I, stupid bitch, thought we’d build a home together. Ah nah, I forgot, he is just a fucking liar. A psychopath, narcissist, whatsoever. This dude must have such a hard time realizing that the only power he has is my stuff in his flat. I am looking forward to see his dumb face when he gets a court order to hand me out my stuff. Seeing his laughter vanish, changing into blank anger, feeling just like me now: a messed around Bitch!