I'd like to punch you in the fucking face. What happened between me and Jake happened almost three fucking years ago. I don't feel guilty, I never did, and I don't give a fuck what you think about it. I have had absolutely nothing to do with you since we broke up almost a year and a half ago, and you can't fucking let go of something I did when I was 15. We weren't fucking married. I don't understand how your friends think they have the right to say such horrible things about people involved in a situation that wasn't and still isn't, any of their fucking business.
I fucking hate you and every fucking person you know. I hope you die in a pool of your own drug filled misery you stupid fucking bastard.
I might be scum of the earth, but I'm not afraid or ashamed to say I love Jake with all of my wretched heart. Always have, and always will.
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