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Dear Trenton Manners,
I was going to let this go but it’s eating at me. I should’ve cussed you out the day you asked me if I still liked you but I didn’t. I’ve been too nice to you and it has fractured my mind spirit. So, let’s talk about you for the last time.
The day you told me you were going to kill yourself and leave your dead body for me to find was the last day I wanted to love you. It was the day I realized that you didn’t respect me. As a white man that is three years my senior, you’d think you’d have more common sense and smarts but that’s so wrong. Everything I did you judged or criticized or didn’t help or made me feel small over. You can barely take care of yourself but you might have a fetish for sleeping with moldy trash and pee cups spilling on your floor. You told me multiples to be grateful for the broken things I received but yelled at me for clarifications. And I’m not criticizing you because I’m perfect but because you do what all men like you do, cry and hope someone else will do it. “I don’t like that you decorate but I also won’t do it” “I don’t care if they cussed you out over my mistake” “no I won’t help you clean but why is it dirty? :(“ “oh okay you clean all the time, cheer me on for my one time sweeping AND wiping the table” “no I won’t help you cook but also can I have some?” “No I won’t respond to you but why do you keep repeating yourself”
The best thing you were good at was rolling shitty blunts and taking out the trash. But beyond your inability to clean, your lackluster of attire, and your filth of mind and environment, you’re also RACIST. How do you love black culture but won’t date black people??? “Omg boohoo a boy who is into country music and Lady Gaga doesn’t want to date a guy who listens to trap music and talks about sharting on the first day. It’s funny looking back at the times you were looking for love, belittling my love for you, while adamantly crying over twinks and telling me I was not worth dating. But then again, this comes from a guy who’s greatest achievement is not playing video games in his daddy’s house but I’m his best friend’s (even dirtier) home. You told me you thought I was the reason you’re single but just looking at you, I knew why you were.
Or the man that wants to be told what to do then when you do it it’s “why are you telling me what to do?!?” Or the man that cries if you ask them to stop saying the n-word. Or the man that gets you what he wants not what you want. The man that says he misses your kindness but fuels your bitterness. A man that says he loves you but willfully traumatized you. A man who wants you to talk and shut up. A man that wants you to communicate but doesn’t talk. A man that’s gay but hides in his socially straight white existence. A man that claims other men as smarter when they leave you with over $2K bills. A man that weaponizes his incompetence so well you think he’s actually just fucking stupid. A man who lets you fight your battles alone but needs you to hold his hand for his.
I remember falling out of love with you and saw how stupid you made me. You’re a shitty person. I made myself less for you only for you to keep asking for less. When you asked me if I still liked you and watched you zone tf out as I answered. I knew I hated you then. You are one of the ugliest people, inside and out, that I had the displeasure of keeping in my life. When I kicked you out of my life, my god did I start thriving. So you were good for something, leaving!
Congratulations on being a constant virus, you finally got to be constant at something.
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