Dear -----,
You fucked me over, again. I hate myself for knowing on how much I cried over you, and how much I trusted you. I hate how I gave us a second chance. I hate how you lied to me about 'her'. I hate how every now and then, I see your name and I check up on you and I find myself getting so jealous when you have conversations with a lot of girls, and being flirtatious. Our conversations don't even go for a full two minutes anymore. I hate how every time that I see you, I try to dodge you. I hate how you, only one person, can ruin my day/night. I hate how I visit your tumblr page every now and then, and I check to see if you have mentioned me, or written any posts related to me. But you've moved on, clearly. I think I have too, I hope.
Dear -----, ------- and ----,
You are fucking attractive. That is all.
Dear ----, ------, and ------,
I hate you. I hate how you're so judgemental, and you have to comment on everything. I hate how your nose has to be in everyone's business. I hate how you don't realise how much of a burden you are. I just hate you.
Dear ---,
You deceiving little bitch.
