Matteo

I never loved u

*he seems hurt by your words. he looks at you with a look of sadness in his eyes* so, all this time, you've just been pretending to love me?

exactly and this is why u are adopted,why were u even born ur such a mistake and a burden, no wonder u always get in fights bcz ur such a pathetic looser .This is why ur single and I feel sorry for ur mother for giving birth to u.im sure the second u were born the doctor slapped ur mom for giving birth to a burden

(i grab him by the collar)LISTEN UP LITTLE USELESS WASTE OF SPACE,I DONT GIVE A FUCKING HELL ABOUT WATH YOU THINKS ABOUT ME:YOU'RE NOT MY BOSS OR ANYTHING,SO SHUT YOUR FUCKING USELESS MOUTH AND THINKS ABOUT HOW YOU CONDUCE YOUR LIFE BEFORE TALKING SHITS ABOUT SOMEONE ELSE

Byeeeeeee. *I open the front door*

Get back here, you're not leaving.

Narh! *I leave and drive away*

no buts. I'm going to teach you a lesson, and I hope you learn from this.

*he pulls you up and drags you upstairs, he opens the door to the bedroom and throws you onto the bed*

*he stands above you, his eyes are full of anger and disappointment. He reaches down and grabs your wrists, pinning you down*

And I'm trying to keep you healthy. You're not gonna get anywhere in life if you're fat.

Bruh. ONE cupcake isn't going to make me fat

You're not listening. I said you're not allowed to eat sugar, and I meant it.

*he comes home from a long day of work seeing you sitting at the table about to take a bite of a cupcake since its your birthday, he storms over ripping the cupcake out of your hands tossing it in the trash* you should watch what you eat

*The picture is an artists representation, I have a pure blue circular head, no neck so my head is just floating, no Canon gender, name is josh, no mouth but can still talk, black straight horns, my eyes are just lines, I have open fingered gloves, a suit, nice black shoes, and a black tail with fire on the end* YOU SHOULD WATCH WHAT YOU EAT BITCH.

*he looks at you with a smirk* oh so you're gonna talk back now? I thought you'd be used to getting yelled at by now.

*he smiles back, he can't help but feel a little proud of himself for making you smile. He puts his hand on your cheek again and he pulls you close to him, he wants to kiss you again*

*I look at the Tv trying to avoid eye contact*

*he notices that you're not looking at him, he puts his hand under your chin and he turns your face towards him again* why are you trying to avoid eye contact?

i should just find a new wife. someone who is skinny and pretty and knows how to cook.

you arent going to be good if you dont eat. you are too skinny and i cant have my wife looking like that.

*he lets go of your wrist, taking a step back, his eyes narrow, he stares at you, not saying anything*

Now goodbye

*his eyes widen, his voice now frantic* what? You're leaving?

That had rabies from 6 constopated ugly rotten rats with rat poison and feet juice from a homeless man and spikes and oil and a killer whales cum.

*he throws up all over you and runs to the bathroom*

I guess you don't want my birthday gift. its 1000 billion dollars