So heres a story about MY crazy ex.
we met in the NW and he seemed nice enough other than the meth and heavy drug use. im not judgmental, but i am weary. we started dating and he cut his arm open and i had to sit and take care of him so as he wouldnt die. this mentally fucked my head up. i fed him, cleaned up after him, basically if it wasnt for me and my best friend jimi he wouldnt be alive. and my good friend jimi who we were rubbertramping with (anthony also called her his best friend and told me he loved me, all pathetic lies.) let him use her PSP and a shit load of games. he had her hat and some other shit too. after we bought him a space bag one night he was gone in the morning with out a single word to either one of us. we housed him up and sincerely cared for his sorry ass, and he dipped out on us with out even a good bye. we found him with some kids about 5 days later out side of PDX and we demanded our shit back and ended up making friend withthe kids he was with. he apparently called me and my best friend a couple of housie bitches and tried only being our friends because he wanted our shit.
dont trust jayjayonthefly he broke my trust and my heart. fuck him.