You crossed a line.

I'm not going to post some bitch out.
I don't want to give you that satisfaction.
I also won't because tonight has proved that I literally cannot express my hatred towards you in words.
You can try to express your hatred for me with your petty scars that barely break skin, but I don't care.
I really do not care.
Cut deeper. Go. I fucking want you to.

You sicken me.
More so, you upset me.
You hurt me.

I don't care if you treat me like shit.
That's all you've ever treated me like anyway.
But when you bring in one of the people that I love you cross boundaries that you cannot back yourself on. I don't care what you say to me. I don't care what you say to other people about me.

Camden posted that in confidence. She trusted that it would be kept a SECRET.
that's probably why she POSTed that on POST SECRET.
You knew I didn't know that, and you wanted to plant some little seed, thinking you could get in between us.
You knew I'd confront her about it.
You're some psychotic stalker to be looking for her post secret posts too.
The fact that when she posted on Post Secret, saying that she was hurt that obviously her post wasn't kept confidential? That she was obviously hurt and upset about it? That she clearly was directing the 'thanks btw' to you? Clearly you crossed a line.
But to have the nerve to comment on that post, saying "oh, now you can get help in stopping" was a perfect example of your childishness.
And I'm dying to see how you try to turn this into some "No, you were the immature one" because honestly? There is nothing I did that would merit you saying that. Nothing.

You crossed a line.
That was below the belt, and I will never, ever forgive you.

And Tyler hasn't betrayed you.
You didn't tell him anything I didn't already know.
I'm not some thick head that's oblivious to everything going on.
You mentioned me in every one of your god damn blogs.
It isn't rocket science to put two and two together.

And if acting like a bitch like this gives you satisfaction?
You clearly are in therapy for a reason.
You shouldn't enjoy doing this to people.
And if your philosophy is seriously "only the bitchy people survive" then you are sicker than I thought.

You clearly have problems.
That's not me making some wimpy insult.
That's not me being all "lulz, let's bitch."
That's me saying that there is something seriously fucked up in your head.

But I don't feel bad for you.
and if you even think about commenting with some "Oh, do you want me to cry for you" response, or something anything resembling that, I will laugh at you.
I will laugh that you need some artificial power that only you believe you have to feel good about yourself.
Because you aren't happy.
Doing this is -killing- you.
It'll be less than a week and you'll be posting blogs about how much you miss me, or how everything reminds you of me, or God only knows.


I am above you, Nichole.
Not as in "I am God, I'm better than you. Bow to me bitches."
I deserve so much better than you.
And the fact that it took me this long to realize it is sad on my part.
Actually, I've known this since i stopped talking to you.
But you couldn't even live with that.
God forbid you didn't have drama to live off of.

I am above you.
you are nothing.
[well that's a lie, you need to lose some fucking weight to be nothing.
-ahem- in the wise words of someone I once knew "good luck (:"