Dear Mr. I’m trying to get my life together,
I find it funny how you didn’t make this decision until we got together. I hate myself for being too nice. Having a heart gets you nowhere except hurt. You lack of communications skills is ridiculous. I wish you knew how dirty you did me. Back to depression I go. It’s like as soon as I start to put myself back together of finally give someone a chance, I get done dirty. That’s fine. I’m done with love forever. Men just need to leave me tf alone. They just bring nothing but mind games and pain to people who don’t deserve it. I don’t hate you but I do resent you. Unless you’re bringing an apology, leave me the hell alone. The thing you should have done in the beginning.