" I don't care what your retarded spying found, or anything; if you bring up Summer Brewster one more time, you are going to wind up snivelling to your parents about how you were too much of a bitch to maintain this relationship.

I didn't fucking cheat on you. You became an intolerable paranoid drunk ass bitch and I broke up with you, because you had been accussing me of cheating on you with every girl in the world, and then you got drunk off your ass and I gave up on your dumb ass -- so fuck you, you are a crazy paranoid bitch, and I'm really sick of it. Like today, at the store, when you thought I was laughing at you -- my god, you are so fucking unsure of yourself that its intolerable to be around you sometimes.

I don't care what the fuck you think you know; whatever, go ahead and think that I went down on her, read my email, spy and make all the bullshit stories that you want... whatever, all I know is that I regret calling you in rehab, knowing that you would come back and continue with your incessant petty little bitching. She told me you'd turn into a whiny little bitch about her being on facebook; and sure enough, there you are! When you were in rehab, I really should have asked other girls out, because they probably wouldn't be so goddamned unfriendly as you get; well, as long as you bitch about how worried you are that I am dating other girls, I really have no reason not to be doing so... jesus, if I'm going to get accused and convicted of it, I might as well do so.

I have too much else to worry about in my life, to sit around worrying about you and your worries; if you can't grow up, then fuck you.

And yes, reading your diary has definitely lowered my opinion of you; I might on occassion right about our fights, or criticize you, but I don't write blatantly totally untrue bullshit, and I certainly don't go around writing about how I'm just using you because I can't find anyone else. So, fuck you... find someone else to use, maybe I really should go find other girls to hang out with, because maybe they wouldn't constantly remind me of every past mistake, make up new mistakes to bitch about, worry about future mistakes, and brag on the internet about how I'm such a douche and they are only putting up with me because they are so PATHETIC that they can't live a normal life on their own. Other girls seem to actually like me, whereas you seem intent on proving how cool you are and you are just "tolerating" me while you write in your little diary about how unhappy you are.

Supposedly your biggest worry is that I'll find some other v to hang out with; well, the way you treat me sometimes, I can't wait... in fact, I think I'd rather be single for the rest of my life than listen to your constant paranoid bitching and worrying. I don't even care if you have some valid reason to worry -- one thing is for sure, bitching at me is NOT going to make me uninterested in other females who don't bitch at me, and so you are creating an unending cycle which will ultimately and irrecovably end in me finding someone else. And go ahead and try to find other guys on alt.com; frankly, i kind of hope you do, and that I catch you in it, so that I can have the motivation to once and for all throw you out... after that, you'll be meeting them at your parents house, because I sure as hell don't want some lowlife scum like you hanging around here leeching off me while she tries to find someone else.

I didn't go around advertising to find someone else to live with -- YOU DID. you are the one who was looking to cheat, not me, and I'm sick of you twisting it all around to turn into some long whiny bitch about me, when the real problem is you and your retarded alcoholic problems which make me want to live anywhere but here with you."

So I guess he wants me to leave. He mentions I will go to my parents, but continually reminds me when I'm sober, that they aren't there for me (which they aren't, I'm not welcome at home anymore).

I'm having a hard time not throwing a selfish pitty party right now. I know if I do I'm going to get bitched at though, so I guess that helps.