My blood is boiling as i write this letter “to you.” I haven’t felt this much anger towards you in a long time. I don’t know if it was ever anger, really. The tears and pain and cliche heartache i have felt over you came from disappointment and sadness, not anger. But here it is: Anger. And it’s smacking me in the face as hard as I wish I could smack yours.
I’m not sure why it took me this long to realize how much you fucking suck, how selfish you are and how careless you are with other people’s feelings. This is the LAST I deserve from you after all that I did during our time together. I’ve never been so forgiving to anyone in my life. To think that you once cried when I forgave you seems like a fucking dream, because now I feel like I could fall off the face of the earth and not one ounce of your body would care. I have spent the past two years mourning the loss of our love and friendship and I wish I hadn’t. It was all a waste of time. I can see the light at the tunnel. I can see me forgetting about you and everything we ever had. I deserve so much more.