Happy Now?

Dearslimy low-life scumbag Rob.

I hate you. I honestly do.

I hate the way that you can calm me down when no-one else can.

I hate the way that we use to cuddle on the couch.

I hate the way that you would never text me back ever, but get pissed if I didn’t text you back right away.

I hate you for taking my heart and ripping it into pieces.

I hate myself for not listening to Nancy.

I hate Kaitlyn and Nancy for not beating me up when I said yes to you.

I hate that I still have your black sweater in my room on my bed.

I hate the fact that the smell of your cologne won’t go away no matter how many times I wash your damn sweater.

I hate the fact when I close my eyes I can still see your face.

I hate it when it’s late at night and I can hear your voice.

I hate it that when I look at myself in the mirror I can still see the faint bite marks of where you bit me.

At the time it was such a turn on.

Now I’m disgusted with myself.

I can’t believe that I didn’t see it.

The way that towards the end the conversations were shorter, we didn’t hang out as much and the “I love yous” seemed more and more forced.

I was stupid.

Just some teenage bubble-brained girl that though that some scumbag boy was the one.

For fucks sake I don’t know what the hell I was thinking.

Wait never mind I obviously wasn’t thinking.

As much as I say I hate you over and over but I don’t think that I could possible hate you.

I’m positive that I’m always going to like you a little bit.

I positive that I’m always going to hate myself for believing you.

For knowing that my suspicions were right the entire time I just refused to believe them.

For not trusting Nancy, one of my best friends when she said that there was a 100% chance that you would use me and that you were incapable of loving anyone and you were only
capable of lying about loving people.

For believing your every lie and not taking the opportunity to cut your treacherous tongue out of your mouth the other night.

Wait sorry that was a little harsh.

Actually forget it no it wasn’t.

And I’m being nice.

I’m attempting to give a royal shitter about your feelings.

I don’t know why.

I bet you though Rob that I’m not the only one that’s beating themselves up.

I bet that the other eight girls that you were also involved in relationships with were beating
themselves up too.

Especially since three of them went to the same school.

Frankly I’d like to know how the fuck you hid it so well.

Just so that I can warn everyone and make sure that you don’t go around breaking more
people’s hearts.

Now looking back I feel stupid

Especially since I cannot fucking believe how blonde I was.

To not see it coming.

Oh well as they say.

Life sucks and then you die.

And let me tell you, you son of a bitch.

Your life is going to suck a lot more now

And I’m going to stick around just to make sure of it.