I hate you Emily. Yes, we still talk, but you treated me terribly. I know you have problems. I know they mattered to you. Every time i admitted something to you, something that really mattered to me, you were all like “same” or would switch it you. It was always about you, and then it was always “i dont want to date you, i want to protect you. die for you” in the middle of our relationship.

You know i still looked for abandoned house for us? Even after i wasn’t allowed to talk to you. You had me convinced you made me happy. You really didn’t. We shouldn’t talk anymore.

Just recently, i told you about my new boyfriend. You sounded upset. What’s wrong with you? You can never be happy for me, never be sad for me, it always you! Never about me. I’m glad my parents said we can’t talk. I’ll always miss you, but you were such a bitch.