Lindsay Brown. It's sad. I tried with you more than I probably should have. Your existence is fake and you don't know how to express yourself in a genuine way. I never gave you anything but real. Your goal all along was to make it better on your terms. You just wanted to feel better about what you did. You don't understand how deeply I've always understood you. You're not worth trusting. You're not worth hating. You're just not worth it to me... anymore. I can't believe I gave you another chance. You tried to do the exact same thing. You're a waste of time and space. Fake christian. Still self hating. Still the same.
I never really realized how I really understood you. I let other people talk me into letting you back into my space. Christianity. Tell your therapist when you're thirty. He'll laugh inside and thank you for that months payment. I would say fuck you, but I'm too disappointed in myself to allow myself the luxury of releasing that anger. I can't look at you.
Do you just have to be liked? You're everything about me that I hate. Understanding that, I also understand that at least I am open and transparent about my shortcomings. You deny them and thus magnify them. You think too little of others to truly connect, that's apparent. All along you were the one who slithered the fastest in each and every direction. Serpent, you knew better and still tried it. Why would you ask for it so vocally. Now it's yours. The freedom to be whomever you want.
You've been in my house. You've fed on my social life like a starved leech. You can't control your opportunistic nature. It's the way your parents, not God, created you. When I mentioned that Josh was the creater of Love Parade, I saw your thirst. I lied. To get a rise. You are, and always have been transparent. I wanted you to be something else, something of value. I blame myself for not using the gifts that God has given me to know people as well as I do. You have nothing to offer anyone, as long as you hate yourself. "We" was always a lie when you said it. You don't understand how to support that.
Even when I wanted to doubt you, you proved me right. I saw you with my own eyes... two more times after I told you I caught you. It's already been confirmed. You can't plead your case, you were already on parole. The best thing that God ever did for you was me [look up my name...it's hebrew]. Explain to him how you fucked it up... AGAIN!!! You are empty inside and you surround that emptiness with an eggshell like exterior.
You continue to hate yourself, though you go through the motions. Own it. You're a fag. Fuck the reasons why. You like the same sex. You lust after it. Beyond the unchristian lust. It's the subconscious lust that you feel even in your sleep. It's not nature or nurture... it's just you.
This time I owe you nothing. You proved yourself to be nothing worthwhile. You are accountable. All the qualities you have arent because of the side of you that you fear, loathe, deny, and avoid.
This is why your compliments mean nothing to people. Every word comes out sounding and feeling like a lie. You are the epitome of insincere. There is not talking you way out of it this time. No one on this planet wakes up only to seek your approval. It means nothing. You owe me so much. I gave you the social life you have. Not much huh? You don't know how to operate it. Too advanced. I don't ever want to see you again. Honestly, I don't benefit from being your friend. it's amusing but so is masturbation. I'd rather masturbate. You gained more than an experience. You gained the opportunity to learn about yourself. It's over. Figure it out on your own. You are disgusting, and a huge hypocrite! Fake faggot.
The only dirty fag in the castro is you. You are the most non christian person I've known here. You continue to miss the basic concepts. I love my gays. I'll take a million sodomites over one of you, anyday. At least I'll know that they will be real. Disgust over the loss of you. Don't waste more of our time by trying. That's all you have ever done. I was waiting around to see if you would succeed at trying. You don't stand for anything.
Why did I bother wasting even MORE time on you?
"Real and true friendship involves freedom of choice, accountability, truth, and forgiveness. Peter and Jesus give us this example: Peter, afraid for his life after Jesus is led away from the Garden of Gethsemane, denies knowing Jesus (John 18). As He is led away by His accusers, Jesus casts a look toward Peter that says, "I knew you would deny Me, and I forgive you" (John 21). "
I never really realized how I really understood you. I let other people talk me into letting you back into my space. Christianity. Tell your therapist when you're thirty. He'll laugh inside and thank you for that months payment. I would say fuck you, but I'm too disappointed in myself to allow myself the luxury of releasing that anger. I can't look at you.
Do you just have to be liked? You're everything about me that I hate. Understanding that, I also understand that at least I am open and transparent about my shortcomings. You deny them and thus magnify them. You think too little of others to truly connect, that's apparent. All along you were the one who slithered the fastest in each and every direction. Serpent, you knew better and still tried it. Why would you ask for it so vocally. Now it's yours. The freedom to be whomever you want.
You've been in my house. You've fed on my social life like a starved leech. You can't control your opportunistic nature. It's the way your parents, not God, created you. When I mentioned that Josh was the creater of Love Parade, I saw your thirst. I lied. To get a rise. You are, and always have been transparent. I wanted you to be something else, something of value. I blame myself for not using the gifts that God has given me to know people as well as I do. You have nothing to offer anyone, as long as you hate yourself. "We" was always a lie when you said it. You don't understand how to support that.
Even when I wanted to doubt you, you proved me right. I saw you with my own eyes... two more times after I told you I caught you. It's already been confirmed. You can't plead your case, you were already on parole. The best thing that God ever did for you was me [look up my name...it's hebrew]. Explain to him how you fucked it up... AGAIN!!! You are empty inside and you surround that emptiness with an eggshell like exterior.
You continue to hate yourself, though you go through the motions. Own it. You're a fag. Fuck the reasons why. You like the same sex. You lust after it. Beyond the unchristian lust. It's the subconscious lust that you feel even in your sleep. It's not nature or nurture... it's just you.
This time I owe you nothing. You proved yourself to be nothing worthwhile. You are accountable. All the qualities you have arent because of the side of you that you fear, loathe, deny, and avoid.
This is why your compliments mean nothing to people. Every word comes out sounding and feeling like a lie. You are the epitome of insincere. There is not talking you way out of it this time. No one on this planet wakes up only to seek your approval. It means nothing. You owe me so much. I gave you the social life you have. Not much huh? You don't know how to operate it. Too advanced. I don't ever want to see you again. Honestly, I don't benefit from being your friend. it's amusing but so is masturbation. I'd rather masturbate. You gained more than an experience. You gained the opportunity to learn about yourself. It's over. Figure it out on your own. You are disgusting, and a huge hypocrite! Fake faggot.
The only dirty fag in the castro is you. You are the most non christian person I've known here. You continue to miss the basic concepts. I love my gays. I'll take a million sodomites over one of you, anyday. At least I'll know that they will be real. Disgust over the loss of you. Don't waste more of our time by trying. That's all you have ever done. I was waiting around to see if you would succeed at trying. You don't stand for anything.
Why did I bother wasting even MORE time on you?
"Real and true friendship involves freedom of choice, accountability, truth, and forgiveness. Peter and Jesus give us this example: Peter, afraid for his life after Jesus is led away from the Garden of Gethsemane, denies knowing Jesus (John 18). As He is led away by His accusers, Jesus casts a look toward Peter that says, "I knew you would deny Me, and I forgive you" (John 21). "
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