We've had our ups and downs. Most of all, the worst times of our lives. We dated, twice. Recently as well.
But I figured out something: You talked shit about me and my friends. That's unacceptable for one.
Two, you don't go around saying we're dating when you know I'm happy with somebody.
I never used you, sweetheart. You used me. You used me for an escape from all of your problems.
You said you would fix me. But instead you broke me again. I bet you cheated too, just to piss me off even more.
You let me down. More then I could ever imagine. Don't ever come back. Don't EVER come crawling back.
Because I know for a fact I'm not gonna let you back in.
You made me feel like I wasn't enough. So now, you're gonna be alone. You won't have me anymore.
Because you ruined it. I never called my friend a rapist. Don't talk shit and maybe we wouldn't be so pissed off at you.
Get used to living Without Me.
