Dear Max,
We broke up because it started with a rumor that you were talking to a younger girl and then you used that as a gateway to break up with me 3 days after fucking prom. We have a class together with the 4 days of school we have left so I try to dress super nice to make you wish you were still my bf. I tried not to hate you but I keep learning all these little facts to find out you’re not that good of a bf. I want you to get your shit together but I also want you to fuck the girl that broke us up and get an STD. Literally 4 days after we break up, I saw you driving with her. And she was “just a friend”. FUCK YOU. I’m sick of being nice and taking this crap and I hate that I can’t hate you. And I hate even more that you didn’t think I could help you with your problems and I FUCKING HATE how I was ready to say that I loved you. You were never that invested in our relationship from the start, so I’m sure this is easy for you to move on. I just want to fucking stop thinking of you and how you chose to fool around with a skanky ass bitch over me. I hope you drop out of college and just end up stuck in a dead end job, and realize I was the most caring and best girl for you compared to all the crazy girls you like to screw around with. So FUCK YOU MAX!