Back when I was in college, there was a guy who fell in love with me. His name is Gerard. I didn’t love him. I liked someone else, but he didn’t like me back. I was never mad at his girlfriend or at him, but I despised Gerard. I hated how he was the only guy who wanted to date me. I resented him for it. He was an autistic little s*** who somehow got into college and why did he have to fall in love with me? When he showed me affection, I treated him like s***. I wanted him to regret falling in love with me.

Well, things have changed. We graduated. I’m in a better place now. Last I heard, Gerard was single, living with his elderly mother in a hoarders house, and living off welfare. Go fuckhimself. I’m glad I ruined his love life.