Dear whiny loser,
I guess you have to learn at some point in your life that you can’t trust everyone you meet. Especially not raging alcoholics who steal everything in sight as soon as your back is turned. I started marking my liquor to check to see how much of it you actually steal when I’m not home you retard.
And did you seriously not think I would check my phone after leaving it out to see what you had gone through on it? Sending yourself naked pictures of my boyfriend (that you’ve been drooling over for the past year and hit on every chance you get) is illegal and you can expect to get a subpoena for it you perverted assfuck. I hope you die of aids.