It’s been a while since you heard the sound of my voice. I couldn’t call or message you cause I wanted space. It didn’t give you any right to say you were coming to my house after I returned from Disneyland. I wanted to have the space for myself in order to be happy and smile again. As time went by, I started to focus more on school and now I have a new significant other. He cares for me so much that he makes me forget all of the bad things that happened to me even between you and I. I wish I could say Fuck you like a normal bitch, but I know in my heart it wouldn’t be the right thing. Which is why you’re only going to read this and only this because I’m tired of messaging back and forth with you and having stupid, pointless arguments with you over the phone. I don’t want to hear n*****, c****, everything you ever called me. Everything hurts. It still does. That’s why I’m letting you go. You only called me those things because you were trying to sink me down to your level of the pain I caused you. No matter how much I tried to ignore you, you continued to call me horrible names. The one thing we both should’ve done was ignore each other afterwards, but my heart kept on telling me to fight for you because I loved you no matter what the circumstances were. But then I learned my lesson. I was angry at you for hurting me with calling me names. And then you wouldn’t even let me move on after I said I was done. No matter what I tried it still wasn’t enough to end our fight. Yet you’re in Washington continuing to talk to me no matter what. The only thing I don’t believe is that you’re truly sorry. If you were truly sorry then you wouldn’t have called me horrible names and continued to harass me, my friends, and my family. Those people you called stupid, fat, everything, they don’t care about what you say,they know what is best for me at heart even myself knows that. As of right now and continuing I don’t forgive you.