ThenMyCurrentOne
by V. Martin
Bruce Landers is my ex boyfriend and I'm not proud it because he is a piece of shit that treated me like a piece of shit. He made me pay him rent when he had no morgage to pay. He made me clean up after him and kicked me out every other day. He also stole my ideas and benifits from them to this day. Bruce, whose idea was it to build another garage in your backyard bringing up the property value? Or whose idea was to elliminate the attic and have vaulted ceilings in the kitchen with sky lights? Whose idea was it to use toe clips for your drum pedals that evolved into using magnates? Or whose idea was it to double tap last drum before going back the same way instead of skipping to the first drum which everyone does? Or to play with different sticks? Who thought of running pipes under a flag stone floor to heat the house using hot water running threw the pipes? Who thought up the idea to put a spring on a shovel? Who told you about ROH2o being the best water filtration system on the planet? Seriously, there were so many more that I can't remember them all.
You used me for your own gain and then tossed me aside so as to not have to give me credit, let alone any money. You are the most selfish person I have ever met next to Jon but I believe you are coaching him. I did nothing but give to you and you gave nothing back. You are a piece of shit with a trust fund that gives nothing to society except what I shamed you into giving.
There are no words to convey how bad you made me feel being with you. There was a time I seriously contemplated suicide rather then be subjected to your cruelty. I hope you are happy now without me because I really tried to make you love me but you aren't capable. I am not either. All you proved to me is that people are really pieces of shit if you have no one for them to answer to.
Please keep coaching Jon on how to be just like you. Felishia may live with you but she isn't really human but neither are you. Party on good people, spread the love you have none of. There is nothing you have that I want at this point so I don't bother you, I'm done but for some reason you are not. YOU CANNOT BRING ME DOWN!!!! I am invincible but I want you to give it one more shot.
There is one thing that being a foster kid taught me and that's when people are against me. You are those people and I decalare war on you and Jon and whom ever else wants the living shit kicked out of them because I am ready to go to war against you and all those that follow.
Let me say that one more time; Bruce Landers is a piece of shit who uses people for his own amusement then discards them like trash, laughing at their misfortune for ever having trusted him in the first place.
Bruce, I really loved you and you broke my heart. I gave you everything and you shit on me in return. You took my already fractured heart and shattered it into a million pieces after you promised you wouldn't. You made me believe in myself until you destroyed that too. Why? All I ever did was try to help you and all you did in return is use me then toss me aside. I never expected anything for my ideas but maybe a little gratitude but even that was too much. Now Jon is telling me about his idea for heating a house by having pipes run under a flag stone floor with hot water running through them heated by the sun. Whose idea was that? What about the idea I had for a firemans pole going from your room to your drum kit in the basement?
Other then charge me rent and treat me like a slave you degraded me in front of other people. You never took me any where except maybe out to eat, you took my dog more places then me. You treated everyone better then you did me. You treated as though I was back in foster care and you were my foster whatever. The only reason you took into consideration my past is so you could use it against me to make me feel bad, like less then a human being even less then a dog.
My only hope is that you still treat everyone better then you did me because at least then you can't make them feel as bad as you did me. At least you can't make them wish they were dead rather then living with you.
Then there is always the fact that you threw most of my belongings away after I moved out and you wouldn't let me have them. You are a piece of shit who doesn't deserve even half of what you got. There is really only one reason why people are friends with you, if friend is even the right word. Only one reason and it isn't your personality fuck head!
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