I’m not mad at you anymore. I have gotten over the fact that I got stuck in the friend zone. I’m over the fact that you kissed me right before you told me we couldn’t be together. I don’t think about the times that you broke my heart anymore. I no longer make excuses for being your doormat when we dated. I don’t regret losing my virginity to you. I’ve accepted the fact that you used me for sex. I don’t really care that you cheated on me, then broke up with me for 3 other girls. I no longer cry over my broken heart and spirit. I’m no longer bitter about the fact that you left me for one of my friends, and I’m not mad at her either. I’ve even laughed about the fact that our relationship was just one big lie. I’m actually not mad at you anymore. But can we be friends? No. Not because you won’t speak to me after I told you off using factual information about your downfalls. Not because I am over you and I never want to see your face again. But because I think you are a bad person, and I would hate to be corrupted by someone like you.