I’ve been thinking a lot lately, and I realize that all you do is use me. You take advantage of my inability to say no, the weakness I have for guys who sing to me, and the fact that all I want to do is make people happy. I’m a pleaser, and you know it well. You rarely talk to me anymore since we’ve started sleeping together. The least you could do is acknowledge me in public – a simple “hi” would do. It’s just disappointing that we used to be actual friends, and now I’m nothing more than an easy lay. The worst part of this entire thing is that everytime I get a text message at 2am, I always hope it’s you.