Started living with us 9 months and 3 days ago,
a sweet kid with short ginger hair and freckles.
Seemed OK at first, friendly and funny, but soon
all that changed.
Yule seems to be a cursed time of year for me -
you became the second person to change after
going home. You came back a different woman,
one who was bitter and twisted.
Friends who you trusted turned out to be liars,
your girlfriend was shown to be a thief, and yet
you defended them as if they were your family
and told me I was lying.
Now you've gone, cheering as if I made your life
living hell. You came crying to me for help and asked
me to solve your problems, then threw me away when
I didn't tell you what you wanted to hear.
All I have left to say is that you are a two-faced woman,
a vile human being and a sorry excuse for a lady. You
are a bitch who can only spew faeces into this world, and
I hope you choke on it one day.
Justice will be served, and you will soon learn that I was
the only person who'd tell you the truth. One day when you
are cold and lonely, rocking back and forth in your piss-ridden
flat, you will remember me.