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I say no revenge but in my head, I’ve already drafted four different texts telling you to fuck off and that I hope you’re miserable until you’re fucking dead.
I won’t speak ill of you, I won’t make everyone aware of what you said to me or what you did. I won’t mention how you made me feel horrible for telling you a white lie so you could be happy. I won’t say anything about you telling my friend that you said it was exhausting to be my friend and then when I apologized for being exhausting and draining, you said I wasn’t.
I won’t tell anyone that when we dated you started snap chatting a guy and then broke up with me to pursue that guy.
I won’t tell anyone that you cried to me for weeks about this guy even after I told you I didn’t want to hear about it because it made me uncomfortable. And no, I won’t tell anyone the times you made me cry because of something you said.
I also won’t tell people how you made me feel bad for talking to multiple people after I broke up with my ex boyfriend. Or how you told our friend that I was slutting it up.
I won’t tell people that even though you asked me for advice and asked me to be brutally honest with you, you twisted my words to fit your narrative.
You can tell people that I slut shamed you, that I made you feel bad for not knowing things, you can twist and bend the story to fit your narrative. But I’ll know — I’ll know everything about you and you’ll know everything about me.
We can be civil, but we can’t be friends; I won’t wait for you to like me again because I don’t like who you became. I won’t forgive you for everything you put me through either. I won’t forget it. But, no revenge.