Dear ****.
I never thought that we'd reach the point where'd I'd hate you with as much intensity as I used to love you. But that's there I am now. I can't even remember what it was about you that caused me to let you in. You knew I wasn't in a good place when we first met but instead of comforting me, you took advantage of my frailty for reasons I still don't understand.
****, I'm sure it'll be a little ego boost for you to know that I'm still not over you after all this time. And I'm sure you have that sick little smile on your face as you're reading this. Why can't you just be an asshole all the time instead of just at the worst possible time? That way at least I would have known to completely avoid you?
It's so embarassing to have crawled back to you all those times. The sad thing is that I'll probably do it again. How pathetic is that to realize what a disease you are, but still not be able to stop infecting myself? Worse still is that your virus has spread everywhere I go. I can't drive anywhere or see any of my friends without being reminded of places we've been and things we've done. It's like a shitcloud following me everywhere.
If you ever cared for me even just a tiny bit, please just leave me alone. Even if I call you in a moment of weakness, please don't answer. And if I knock on your door, just pretend you're not home. I don't think I can handle seeing you but I also know I can't stop myself from trying. So you're going to have to do it for me.
****, you hurt me just because you could. But now that you've had your fun, please just let me be. I don't know what I'd do if you were in my life again.
******
