and you know what? I hope someone sees this and tells you to come read it yourself because as much as I’ve already scolded you, you deserve every bit I’m about to write. You disgust me in every way, it’s really quite intriguing how it’s even come to happen. You’re full of shit you know that right? I hope you’re having fun because it’s really a matter of time before you get hurt again, and you know what? I’m gonna sit here and I’ll be here for you if you need me, but if you expect sympathy you won’t find it. If you expect me to say it’s not your fault, you came to the wrong person. I’ll try to keep your mood up for as long as I can stand to, but that’s it. I’ll be your friend when you need me to be, but don’t expect me to work miracles, you’re still nothing to me. To think you meant so much and to think you were someone who I really cared about. I thought you really were different and I know that’s super cliche but I mean it. And you know what, you were the nice guy that I never thought I’d date, you were the only guy at WR who I ever even thought I’d be comfortable with, you were the only guy who tried more than anyone I’d ever been with and I though you’d be someone who would make it last. But guess what, you were worse than anyone whose ever cheated on me, whose ever lied to me, whose ever done me wrong, because you did me worse. You took what we had, criticized it to others and then turned right back around and told me you were fine that nothing was wrong. Not only did I find out from someone else that you weren’t happy, but it made everything feel like a fucking lie. And that’s my impression of this whole relationship. 3 months of one big fucking lie. I mean to reinforce that, you got yourself a new girlfriend a week after we broke up anyway. Your morals were nowhere to be found, no dignity, or respect for me at all. Where’s the respect, when were you going to think that maybe it was disrespectful and stupid to date someone right after it ends. I gave you the best of me, or at least what I could give, and you pay me back with this disrespect and the knowledge that you weren’t even happy with me. What the fuck am I supposed to feel. How am I supposed to even be happy with you. I don’t understand how you can justify it for one second. So you were heartbroken? Ok, but you gotta think, I sacrificed ME, I didn’t want to break up with you for one fucking second but I did it because you weren’t happy. I did what I had to because I knew you weren’t going to break up with me, you didn’t want to fix anything, but I knew better. I had to do what was best for you, and here I am. Yeah you’re the heartbroken one, but I’m the one who has to live with this shit. Everyone understands your story and sympathizes. Me? Everyone thinks I’m a bitch because they don’t know the story. Regardless, there’s no reason for that level of disrespect. Especially with that girl. She doesn’t deserve you. If I don’t think I deserve you, I sure as hell know she doesn’t. You’re better than that. I know that girl. I know how she is. I know who she is. I know more shit about this girl than you do about anyone on campus. It’s surprising you haven’t heard about the black cloud around her. Ugh. Well regardless, I don’t hate you, you just disappoint me. What you’re doing is disgusting. I don’t want to talk to you, look at you, touch you, associate myself with you, or anything else. I want to keep my distance. Have a great senior year without me. Unless you earn my respect back, you’re pretty much dead to me.

(Source: dannyhiga)