You always were an ugly bastard.
It just took enough time for the outside to match your rotten innards.
Funny part is? Karma hasn’t even come knocking on your door yet.
I used to think you were perfect without any makeup on. Now it looks like you really need it. I remember one of your stupid uneducated fuck dates asking me why you still look pretty gold despite having HIV. As if like after a year it was supposed to make some noticeable difference or something.
You look ill tho. That face under that makeup must look tired as fuck. I would be exhausted if I walked around pretending like I wasn’t the disgusting pedo deadbeat you are as well. You’re actually quite luckily that I loved you so much I wanted to protect you from anyone thinking badly towards you. Would have done it quicker if I had my time back instead of believing your sex crazed lies. Fuck you.
Idiot. The day all this comes back on your face I’ll spit on your grave you ruthless lying bastard. I’m still breathing. As much of a insult as that must be to your pathetic life I’ll continue to do so. And one day you’ll get what’s coming to you.