You don't care about me. You never did.
If you truly cared even a small amount for me, you wouldn't have rated me.
You wouldn't have made me feel emotionally hurt for not meeting your high standards. You wouldn't have made me question whether or not I was good enough for anyone. You wouldn't have gone behind my back about this.
I feel sorry for myself. I feel sorry that it took me this damn long to realize how much of a negative person you are in my life.
You know, I have defended you for so long even when I was angry at you. I always thought the best of you and blamed no one else except for me, myself, and I. I was wrong.
And I can't wait to tell you this tomorrow, because I'm finally cutting you out of my life, and it will be the best choice I've ever made.
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