the-guy-of-your-dreams:

oheytherecamille:

robwtfff:

christianrxd:

cuntfuckinamy:

bwandon-castillo:

liberatedwolf:

aubreyclaire-s:

Hey Jan! If you’re reading this right now, fuck you.

This is your shit. Your clothes, the letters you gave me, all of it. Besides the lion king stuffed animal you gave me, because I’m still deciding if I should give it to charity or burn that too. 

I know what you did. I know that you’ve been lying to me all along. I know that you’ve been playing me since the beginning. But I just never thought you were that type of guy. You seemed so sweet, so caring, so nice, and so honest. That’s why when we broke up, I was fine. I was like “You know what Aubrey? He was a sweet guy, and things just didn’t work out.”

Oh wait.. that was before I found out the truth. 

The truth was that you’ve had feelings for your best friend the whole time. You lied to me when you said nothing was going on between you two. You lied to me about getting your phone taken away this week and you’ve been talking to her. 

Ha, I was so wrong about thinking that you were a good guy and you were different.

Everything I believed were complete lies.

And honestly, the part that hurts the most in this situation was that I believed you. It isn’t that we broke up, it’s that I trusted you and you lied. You lied your ass off, and let me tell you, you fucked up.

I guess this is pretty immature. Posting this online and kind of putting you on blast.  But I know that you’re not gonna give me the closure that I deserve from you. And this is my blog, I’ll post what I want.

You messed up, Jan.

You really did. 

How the fuck did you have the balls to meet my mom — be the FIRST guy to meet my mom and my family, and do this to me? Where was YOUR respect from your parents and family when you introduced them to me? 

You know what, I’ll be okay. I know that I can get rid of the stuff you gave me, but I won’t be able to get rid of our memories. Although, I can always tell myself what was going on and that everything we shared was a lie.

You sent me a text earlier too, asking if we can make a promise to be friends.

Ha, not on your life, boy.

AHHAAH you go girrrl

ouch

well shit

Damn… 

holy shit…

You go, Aubrey. He deserves it. (x

oh shit. 

reblogged from the-guy-of-your-dreams
originally posted by vsvpaubrey-deactivated20130115