I care about you more than you care for me. I don’t like the games that you play. Also, I’m done chasing you. To make things clear, I don’t want you. I don’t want you to want me. You’ve hurt me more than you’ll ever know. You have so much going on. I can’t keep up with you. I wish you would grow up. I know you’re barely seventeen but come on. Don’t you ever tell me you love me unless you mean it. Don’t ask me for sexual favors and imply that you want to sleep me if, in reality, you mean nothing of the sorts. Who the fuck are you? Do you even know who you are or what yo want. I’ve wondered what our lives would be like together. Man, it was perfect. For awhile I wanted it more than anything. Now, now that I know you, I realize that I would be completely miserable. At this point, I wouldn’t even sleep with you. You are horrible.
I wish you luck in the torture you bring upon others. You don’t need it though, you’re good at that.