Dear Michael,

I can listen to the music you recommended again. It doesn’t hurt any more. Half of it just feels empty and hollow, the other half makes me laugh in a way I imagine would scare children. And all those things you said, all that bullshit you tried to convince me of? I’ve finally realized that they came from the mouth of a snake. Oh, I also got a decent run in with someone else about a week after you decided to end it. Turns out I didn’t love you nearly as much as I thought. I’m no longer with him either, because after you he’s probably the second most worthless bag of meat on this planet. He did the exact same thing you did. I left the next day. Part of me keeps telling me to just let it go… to move on… to stop hating your guts… but I’ve done that with everyone I hated before and the fire in me died… and hating you lit that fire in me again. so thanks for that. thanks for lighting that fire again. I’ll make sure to use it to light your funeral pyre. Occasionally I’ll still dream of you, but they don’t have the same affect on me any more. They used to make my heart flutter. Now they just sorta happen and make me wish I had more control over my dreams so i could dream up a flamethrower and torch your sorry ass. I hope whoever you’re with now has the sense to leave you and spare herself the trouble. Or himself given you’re bi, but I doubt you’re ever gonna have the balls to really be with a man because you’re so scared of losing your father’s “love and respect”. Chicken Shit. To think I used to be convinced I “wasn’t good enough for you.” Ha. I was too good for your ass. I deserve someone who doesn’t cut and run without any reason. I deserve more fucking respect than that and you know it. I hope you find this, I hope you read it, and I hope you know this is about you. And I hope it makes you feel like shit. Because I don’t care about your mental health any more, I don’t care about your heart, and I don’t care about the bitchy little boy I met in high school any more. I’m done. And now I’m going to find someone to entirely replace you, because I’ve realized, you’re entirely replaceable.