My Motherfucking Issues

What I want

Dear ex-boyfriends, I don't want much from
you. I just want my pride from back in July, and the little dignity I had because of what I was doing. I also want my conscience back. Now, I don't know what's right or wrong.

I know damn well that there are a lot of things that my mother doesn't know, but she was right about y'all.

I also want those hours I've lost speaking to y'all. I want those late morning hours back. I want those skype hours back. I want those bus hours, minutes, seconds. I want all of that back. I want your touch erased off my skin. Burned off my skin if needed. I'm so fucking upset right now. If I had to either have a trace of your touch on my hands or get my hands amputated, grab the knife and start cutting.

I fucking hate both of you mostly because you both cheated on me. I guess I'm the type to cheat on easily, right? The trusting type. The one who's the push-over, right? You were the jealous type, and then you were the I-don't-give-a-fuck type. Right? You sent me all of those pictures of all of those boys. I was nice and they were better. When I broke up with you, I still didn't have the nerve to tell you why I was breaking up with you. That bullshit excuse torments me to this day. So, fuck y'all for leaving this broken boy in the way y'all did.