YOU dumped me. So I'm not really sure why you're flipping a bitch. I didn't do anything. I didn't do a single thing wrong, except that I wasn't happy. So you dumped me. Now you have the nerve to call me a whore. The nerve to freak out on me, for not doing anything. Because, no matter what you believe, I didn't do a fucking thing wrong. I didn't cheat on you. I didn't even think about it. I didn't lie to you. Because he was only my friend. So what if he's more than that now? It's not like you're in my life. Nothing that exists now existed then. So whatever. I don't need you. I was obviously just hindering your ability to find perfection. Sorry I wasted your fucking time.
You can't say I didn't warn you. Because I did. From the very beginning I told you I wasn't a good person. From the very beginning I warned you that I had a tendency to fuck up. It's not my fault you didn't listen. I'm sorry I can't be who you want me to be. I'm just not nearly good enough for you. Obviously. What else is the problem? If it was easy for you to be without me, than obviously you're better. Did you ever think about how bad it stung to hear about all the fun you were having while I was stuck here, miserable. You were always happy, I wasn't. I felt pathetic for crying. I felt pathetic because I couldn't be like you. I couldn't have fun and be happy during this seperation.
Well I don't want to be you. I don't want anything to do with you. I appreciate you, for hitting me as low as you could. I'm glad you know me well enough to cut me where i bleed the most. I don't care what you think. I know I'm a whore, big fucking deal. But you knew that too. You said it yourself: "that girl who i fucked at a campout."
Sorry I broke your heart. But if you get a chance, if you could spare just a moment of your precious time, step away from the fucking mirror, and take a look at what you did to mine.
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