the heartbreaker

↠ dearnumber8

dear number 8,

you were the last heart of high school. the last girl whose heart i broke even with her knowing my reputation.

i just can't believe that in the span of my 4 years in high school, and the end of middle school, i managed to break 8 girls hearts. breaking one girl's heart then even seems a big deal, as relationships shouldn't too matter too much or shouldn't get into too many of them, but its seems i broke those rules.

from the end of of seventh grade into the middle of senior year, 8 girls hearts were broken at my hands.

and you were the last.

you were the sucker that i went out on, the one who has made it all the way to senior year without any serious relationship trauma, and then went out falling for me. the fuckboy, the heartbreaker. you made it so far, but you just couldn't finish high school. you couldn't make it out.

what a shame. not that the poor groom's bride is a whore, but the fact you just couldn't last 5 more months. 5 months. 151 more days, give or take, and you would've been home free.

but, no, you fell for me. came up to me at a party one day just looking for someone to talk to, sucked into all of my drama, heartbreak, and stupidity the next.

oh, it's a shame.

we lasted 2 months and a bit, if i remember correctly. you were the one who told me to go out for prom king, actually, which is uncanny as i did end up winning, the queen actually being one of my ex-girlfriends who was pissed beyond belief that she was stuck with me as king as a) we were exes, of course, b) i was, quote "a dick who doesn't care about anyone," and c) not her boyfriend.

i'm not sure if you even ended up going to the prom, because you blocked me on all social media outlets and forbade your friends to even talk to me.

but i don't really give a shit either way. hate me all you want, makes no difference to me in the end.

i think that's what annoys all the girls whose hearts i've broken the most.

the fact that i don't care that they hate me or think that i'm a bad person or tell everyone to steer clear of the mess i am.

not only do i not care, their warnings never work. i didn't work on you, i didn't work on numbers 3, 4, 5, 6, and 7.

i guess my charm is just too intoxicating, that not even the most heartfelt of warnings can keep girls away from me.

i've always seem to manage to find a date if i want one.

you symbolize the end of high school for me. you, number 8, are the girl who graduated me from a high school heartbreaker into a college one. you are the girl who opened up a whole new world of hearts for me to break.

but i guess you'd like to know that so far, i only have one more girl to write a letter to. number 9, my first college prey.

mit doesn't have a large selection of good-looking, smart, pure-hearted girls, but i found one of them.

and i broke her heart.

enjoy college, number 8. i sure am.

from,

someone who ruined your high school career.