I don’t know where to start with you. For some reason, you were a huge part of my life. I spent so much time trying to get you, even though I knew the outcome wouldn’t be worth it. I knew you were going to hurt me, but I let it happen. The worst part of it is that I let it happen more than once. This year was probably our all time low. I had this feeling deep in my gut that you were lying to me and using me. That’s exactly what you did. I wanted to leave that night when I saw that Katey* was calling you. Seriously I packed up all my stuff and was going to tell you that I was sick, but then I thought that maybe she was just being a psycho bitch like I was when we broke up. I stayed, obviously. The next day when I kissed you goodbye, I knew it was going to be for the rest of eternity. For some reason, I was okay with that, but I shouldn’t have been. The next week was hell. Monday morning rolled around, and I spent the majority of first hour in the bathroom crying. You texted me andtold me that whatever was going through my head was wrong. You told me you were hurt because I didn’t trust you. The fact of the matter is, you never gave me a reason to trust you. Finally, the truth came out. You lied to me about breaking up with Katey*, and used me just to get back at her. She harassed me on the Internet for weeks to come; called me a home wrecker, a slut, whore, tramp, etc. She made a lot of other people hate me too, and needless to say, I got a lot of shit for that night. I don’t regret it though. What I do regret is not leaving the second I figured everything out. But it’s all okay now, because I’m leaving you in my past.

*Name has been changed

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