Wherever you are, I want you to know…

I hate your stinkin guts. Like honestly, first you fnck me up, and then you mess with me, and then I’m screwed for the rest of forever (potentially) for every relationship in my future. Really, I just want to understand why you even told me you loved me. I want to know how you could go to telling me every night to skipping on talking to me days at a time. When you love someone you should at least have the balls to tell them that you need space for a few days so they know that when you don’t respond to their messages that you haven’t offed yourself or something. I mean, really?

And so what I started liking your best friend? At first it was only to get back at you and it’s not like he didn’t like the idea. You yourself told me he liked me WHILE you and I were together! And I’ll admit, yes it is a bit b!tchy and if you were to do the same thing I would hate you forever, but I wouldn’t text you calling you my baby and rub it in your face that I’ve got someone and you don’t.  I would never do that to you. Know why? ‘Cause I loved you. I actually loved you. With everything in me, I needed you to breathe.

The sad part is that I gave my all to you when I should have really been focusing on myself and who I was becoming. I should have never let you into my life the way I did. You are the biggest mistake I’ve ever made and I pray to God that I never let you in again. I pray to God that you feel what you’ve put me through. I pray to God that he teaches you love is real and not a thing to mess with because when you get burned by love, there’s nothing of you left.