If you loved me so much, why did you not even trust me to fix my flaws? That’s what people do when they’re in love, right? They have their ups and downs, but they work it out because they trust each other, overcome the issues, and become even stronger. But you said that all those times I said sorry, I didn’t mean it. Why? Instead of asking me to talk about it, you tested me and then started acting completely nasty and cold-hearted. I asked you what I did wrong, and you said “I don’t want to talk about it.” But somehow, I was supposed to figure out for myself what I did wrong, and then apologize?
You said I was selfish. One time I asked you if you really thought I was that selfish, and you said “don’t worry about it.” You call me selfish, but while I call myself stupid for my flaws, you tell me that your flaws are characteristics of yourself that you can’t change; you tell me that I’ll just have to “deal with it.” You say you know you’re not perfect, yet you put all the blame on me for the relationship ending the way it did. So don’t you dare tell me that I am the selfish one.
I still wish you happiness in life, but karma’s a bitch, and it will get you one day.