Dear S.,
Breaking up with me over text message while I was in the hospital was kind of a jerk move.
Looking back, I see that you didn’t actually care about me. You lied to me, and used me for sex, disappeared for long periods of time, and made me feel guilty for worrying about you while you were gone. You were so terrible, but I can’t stop feeling sad and hurt even though it’s been weeks.
I want to call you but I never will.
I want you to think about me but I also want you to wake up covered by spiders.
I miss you, and go fuck yourself.