Because I lack time for a better post.

By the time you finish this sentence, if you read this at all anymore, you'll know I'm talking to you. About you.

I don't even know why I'm wasting my mental capacity on you for another second. It was a summer romance that went on too long, then we got overly involved, and then we hurt each other too much, and now you're just someone I used to know.

I've spent hours of tears on you. Endless, sleepless nights of headaches and puffy eyes and smeared make-up. I was desperate for you, not just because I was losing you. We spent a long time discussing my cliched "daddy issues," and all you leaving (and dicking me around) did was amplify my terror of abandonment, making my worst nightmares reality. And despite you tearing me to shreds, I STILL wanted you.

For the last year or so, I thought I wanted to be with you in the future, as you made clear nothing was happening while we were still teenagers so far apart. And then I thought we could still be friends, or at the very least be able to be civil and keep the doors of communication open. Your little girlfriend, and your never-ending hurt over my sleeping with Jimmy THREE YEARS AGO, made it very clear that we will never be able to be anything but exes. For awhile, I forgave you for all of that, understood your pain and weak will. Hell, if you and her are happy together, congratulations, go forth and multiply. Get married. Say you're over me all you want to, but you and I both know that deep deep down you aren't. And she will never be me.

I however don't want you. I want nothing to do with you. You hurt me, and yeah I hurt you but I made mistakes. I paid for them. What you did was completely uncalled for, and I will never forget it. You will never have a place in my life or a piece of my heart again. Fuck you. TJ is so much better.

Despite all this, I will continue these last two parts of our story, because there's so much more to what happened than you know or that I ever admitted. If you're not reading, then I'll take part in the simple pleasure that I'm talking about you and you have zero idea, and you have zero say. You can make up whatever you want to that girl you're fucking, but you can't hide from me.

Have a nice life, douchebag.