You ruined me.
You ruined me. That’s all there is to it. I was already a fragile thing when I came to school here, and all you saw was a woman who had to be conquered.
You told me you loved me, and wanted to be with me. Two years ago, and now. Bullshit.
Because of you, I hate being alone. I know the saying, “You choose how you react to how you are treated,” but there’s only so many times you can put up with the bullshit before you finally submit to it.
I hate you. I hate you for what you fooled me into being. I hate myself for believing the lie you created for yourself.
Does it make you feel good, knowing you lie to yourself, and 10 other women at one time? Does it ever give you a headache? Do you ever feel remorse? I doubt it.
My best friends were right, and now it’s time for all the “I told you so’s.” But I would rather have been an idiot and realized it than to continue being blind to your bullshit. Fuck you.