First off, I’m sick and tired of James and his lame friends making up all these absurd stories about me!

1) Everytime James gets shit faced drunk, it only takes him one second to go from nice to insane. For example, on New Year’s, I didn’t want to hook up with him, and he tried strangling me IN FRONT of his sister, her bf and his friend. Then last month, I told him his dog was lame, and he grabbed my arm, shoved me out the door of his house, and as I get into MY CAR he slams the car door on my leg.

So this bullshit that he would never hit a girl is completely FALSE!

2) Last month, I called everyone in my phonebook, including this girl Becky which is James’ bar buddy friend while James was being a psychoic drunk. She tells me her version of Lavonne Costco party story, which was, James invited Lavonne bc he had a crush on her blah blah blah. And the version I heard was that her and Justin just broke up and James made her out to sound like a loser… getting super drunk and embarassing her at the party. Now everyone’s version is getting skewed, and I’m the one causing drama. LAME

He breaks up with me that night then manages to forget everything he’s ever done. FUCKING STUPID

3) He was always an asshole to me, and I was stupid to put up with it as long as I did. Honestly, he was the WORST boyfriend ever, and I was really really really really lame to put up with him. He had no problem telling me that I wasn’t attractive or fat. He would always tell me, “I feel SORRY for you that you support your mother.” He had an unrefined pallet for good food… and he would always say, “I know I’m an asshole to you.”

I’ve come to the conclusion that all of James and his lame friends and his lame family are losers that just sit around talking crap about people, victimizing themselves in their lame stories, and the highest aspirations they could possibly fathom would be winning some sort of beer pong competition. Seriously, yes we broke up, but you are an absolute loser to be so childish to email and call every person in the world that you know to victimize yourself.

So lesson learned, I’m never dating a retail junkie/ignorant/self-victimizing/unambitious loser ever again.