who the hell do you think you are?

you are a twenty-three-year-old loser. you never went to college, you can't get any kind of legit job since you fucked up and landed yourself in jail for three months, you're living in your big brother's house, your girlfriend is a controlling bitch, you took me for granted and fucked with my feelings, and you still expect me to come home and still be in love with the idea of you?

i understand that you are jealous of the fact that suddenly i'm not as miserable as i was, as miserable as you still are. sorry, i hope your life gets better, but i can't fix it for you.

you can't just expect me to let everything go back to the way it was. you can't just expect to wish away all of the shit in your life. you can't just expect that i still want you. you can't just expect that i forgot about what you did. you can't just expect that i will give you a second chance for the rest of your life.

maybe i don't love you the way i used to. maybe you don't deserve my love.

i've always thought that you are beautiful and smart and wonderful and funny and likable and charismatic and that's still true, but you fucked up. you. you did this to yourself and the only person who can get you out of the place you're in is you. not me so stop trying to use me to make you feel better about yourself. i no longer exist for the sole purpose of stroking your ego.

i'm too good for you.

right, like you never wanted to get physical with me, like maybe you were too good for me or something. news flash: fine, then you can't use me emotionally anymore, either.

i hope someday you realize how much you need me and how much you ruined your chances at ever having me. maybe you are starting to realize. i hope that my leaving for school hurt you at least a little bit, because loving you and never getting anything in return hurt me a lot. you deserve to be a little hurt. since when were you allowed to go around being an asshole and not expect anything in return but affection? you get back what you put out into the world. if you wanted me to love you, you should've treated me better when you had the chance. do unto others, you know.

i know you don't like it but i've changed. did you think i would come running back to you?

fuck you, i don't need you.

get out of my life.

p.s. i just looked up your court history since i'm a journalist and i know everything, and i feel like i want to throw up. first of all, i can't believe how severe it was. second of all, i can't believe you never told me. i can't believe you let me think it was something as harmless as a dui, and getting into a fight in jail that you didn't start. i can't fucking believe you.