angrier than i am sad

She talks a really big self-help game and she is not about any of that shit.

The more and more I think about it, the only shit she had for me was probably regurgitated information her former therapist told her.

Go fuck yourself.

There's no way you're in therapy, why would you hold your coaches accountable when you can't hold yourself accountable, why would you have a difficult conversation with me when you can just run away from everything and come back hoping all your problems just go away.

Fuck you. Eat a dick. 

You have embarrassed me, confused me, and crossed my boundaries on purpose. 

You flirted with me in each class in front of everyone. Everyone knows. And then you have the nerve to run away to Austin and then post a picture kissing your girlfriend and saying you love her.

And then your up my ass as soon as I step foot in your fucking gym? In front of everyone?

You don't care about me. You do not care about me.

You don't care about how what you do affects me. How it makes me feel, how it makes me look. 

You do not care. So let me fucking join you.

I don't give a fuck.

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Somebody commented under a post about Diddy's drama that '2024 is looking like the year that what's done in the dark, comes to the light's

Candice...

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I have also decided if she wants to talk and tries to play coy about things, I'm not entertaining her. I'm gonna tell her if she really "doesn't get it" she needs to get a therapist.

I'm not explaining my anger to someone I set boundaries with twice. 

Go fuck yourself. 

I hope she just lets me avoid her.

Leave me alone. Stay away from me. 

Keep your lies. Keep your secrets. Keep your unhappiness. 

I'm not your therapist. I'm not your friend. And I'm done shoveling your shit.