Look. You’ll never see this. That’s fine. This is for me, not for you. I never wanted to talk to you; it was creepy, when you searched through everyone with my first name in our school to find me after a few online classes where we never even spoke. It was creepy how you wanted me to play fake class with you and got mad when I said no or was uncomfortable, despite you being the older of us. It was creepy when I tried to tell you I wasn’t interested in a relationship and you told me I would be when God was willing. It was creepy, when you messaged me constantly after I finally worked up the nerves to cut off contact. It was creepy, when you tried to guilt me into dating you by saying everyone else in your life was horrible and homophobic and you hoped I wasn’t like that too. It was creepy, when you tried to blatantly disrespect me being ace aro. I’m doing better now, but I don’t think I’ll ever forgive you. It sounds dramatic, but you built up trust on shoddy foundations, and broke it down right before one of the worst experiences in my life. Unfortunate timing, yeah, but f*** you. I’m not letting you have any hold over me anymore. I’m not the girl you knew. I’m not a girl at all, but you didn’t care to hear that. You’re a horrible person. I always knew that. I just know now that you were wrong when you convinced me I was worse.