Okay, heres the rundown, and that down there is what I told my friend.
He went to Cali for a few week to see his cousin and his friend, who I'd so date if he wasn't gay T_T, and when he was in Cali, he was still with me. Alex is my ex, and Kris is his friend.
Well, you know he was in Cali for a few weeks hanging out with his cousins and Kris. Well they went out to a party and Alex met some whore who wanted to fuck him. He let her. Now mind you, he was still dating me. He kept hanging out with her, and by hanging out, I mean fucking her. Kris reminded him of me, and Alex said, according to Kris, "Oh fuck, I forgot about that bitch." So he sent me an email ending it, then sent me a text telling me to check my email. Shortly after the text, he changed his cell phone number. Kris is coming back tomorrow... With a bit of both Alex's and the whores blood. ;D
A Wise Man Once Told Me...
A wise man once told me, "To feel alive, you must sometimes let somethings live in others." What he ment by that was to keep on living, you have to tell people things. This is a true story, my story, of a breakup, which I publish in hopes of finally living after it.Did you like this story? Make one of your own!
