Dear You,
I know that you’re still in love with your ex. I know you still think about her. I know that you still talk to her. I know that you are just using me as a distraction. And I hate you for it. I hate that you keep lying to me. I hate that you can’t have the audacity to just let me go and be alone. Because I’d rather be alone than be someone’s second choice. I hate that you’re so caught up in yourself, your arrogance, and your selfishness to see that I hate you. That resent you. That I’m never going to forget or forgive you. But I stay anyway. I don’t know why. Being with you gives me such bad anxiety that I throw up. But I try anyway. Because maybe it’s all in my mind. Maybe I concocted this all in my head and you really are for real. But I doubt it. I wish you’d care enough to just let me go. I don’t need you. I don’t want something that isn’t real. I don’t want something that has to convince themselves that they want to be with me when they know it isn’t true, and really thinks about being with someone else. I don’t want you to prove it to me. I wish you would leave me the hell alone.