What I won’t say because I want to try to keep the peace.
What is wrong with you?
No, like, actually.
What. Is. Your. Problem.
I tried to like you, I really did, but you are so disgusting.
Inside and out.
There is no win.
I loved you, fuck, I still do, but I don't fucking like you.
I did not leave you because we had ONE argument.
I did not leave you because I can't handle criticism.
I did not leave you because I didn't want to change.
I did not leave you to pursue someone else.
I did not leave you because I was pursuing someone else while we were together.
I left you because I didn't like you.
I left you because you were my first love, not my only, and not my last.
I left you because you were not the one.
You never were, you never were going to be, and you never will be.
When we were split, I thought I missed you and your romance, but I realize now that romance was never even there.
I didn't miss your love. I was mourning our friendship.
Every day we were together, I hated you more and more.
I hated when you touched me or would tell me you loved me.
I hated when you bragged to others about our "love story."
I hated how you talked shit about the people I cared about because I hung out with them when I could have hung out with you.
When I told Lex, he said we should've been friends with benefits.
What fucking benefits?
The sex I didn't want and didn't like?
The dates you never wanted to go on?
The dinners with your family where they would sit there and talk down on me while you laughed along?
The conversations you never wanted to have with me?
The making fun of my passions?
The insulting of the people I care about?
The kisses you forced down my tongue?
The shit you would talk about me to your friends you think I never heard about?
The communication skills you didn't have?
You were the fucking worst.
I was so scared that maybe it was all in my head and that it wasn't that serious.
Maybe I was just having an episode, and I'll start liking you again after we break up.
All the things you always said were such a problem when the only problem was you.
I guess I was right though, I do like you more now that we are not together.
I like you better when I don't owe you shit.
I like you now that I'm not forced to.
I have been so happy to not be your girlfriend.
I haven't talked any shit, started any rumors, or thrown any shade.
It's clear to see that you aren't capable of that though.
This was the thing I was most worried about.
You don't know how to leave with grace.
I've heard a million rumors, and all of them have come from you.
Why does there have to be a problem?
You do not know how to be at peace.
I pray that one day you will have enough self-respect to let yourself be happy.
I know I do.
But I also know I'd be even happier if, for once in your goddamn pathetic life, you shut the fuck up.
I'm sorry, but no one wants to hear about every piece of trauma you've gone through before they know your favorite color. And we don't want to hear it in the middle of talking about something that made us happy.
You find the need to make everything about yourself, and you refuse to let someone else feel good about themselves or their accomplishments.
There is a reason no one fucking likes you. It's because you are you.
You are an annoying piece of shit that no one wants to be around or to have to listen to.
And the sad part is, I'm not even saying that just to say it.
I have all the people you force to be around you that you think you are friends with to back me up.
Everyone who heard about what happened with us through you went straight to me for the real story.
70% of the people you hung out with stopped because they don't feel obligated to anymore because I'm no longer there begging them to be nice to you.
The rest are just there because they feel bad and are trying to be a good person because they know if they didn't hang out with you, you would be completely lonely.
They told me.
your ass is not black. no one in your family is. even your family will say that. stop making being black your major personality point. we all know.