You don’t love me. Don’t ever say that bs! I hate myself for ever wanting you. I don’t want to feel anything for you, but anger. You have no idea what I’ve been through. I want to hate you and not feel whatever it is that’s pulling me to you. I can’t stand it. I fight it, because I know it’s not right.

You hurt me. I’ve recently found out about everything you hid from me. I wanted to tell her everything I knew, just to hurt you. You treated me like s***. I didn’t deserve it, either. I put up with your crazy mood changes and your once a month meltdowns. I wondered if you were a sociopath, or if you just wanted attention. You wear a mask for everyone, but I see through it.

I was completely transparent with you about personal things in my life. I feel betrayed by you. It makes me want you to feel like s***. It’s not fair that all the bs was thrown on me. You were the one who started communication between us, not me. I felt special, until I realized how you flirt with your exes, and string around other women you randomly meet and start sexting. I saw through you. I told you a long time ago that I could read people a mile away. I hoped you would be different, but you were just another a****** who used me.

I’ll never forget what you did to me. I’ve never been so hurt and ashamed. One day, you’re a** will, too. I promise you that I will make sure you do. You can only manipulate her so long. She ain’t that stupid. You are NEVER going to do anything to me ever again. If you were even cocky enough to try some s*** with me, your a** will be grass. I love you just as much as you loved me. Let that s*** sink in.