Dear J,

Fuck you. No really, fuck you. Fuck your petty bullshit. Fuck your inability to get angry at me. Fuck your anxiety, and your timidness.I despise that my type is now you. You are a cancer growing on my soul, eating at me.

I'm a good person, I deserved better than what I got from you. Now all I can see is how much of you is within other people, which directly determines how much I like them. I hate you. I hate that you did this to me. I hate that you don't see through people, or through your own actions. Cutting you out was honestly the best thing I've ever done for myself, because now I have no guilt. I'm done being a slave to my memory of you. And when I finally find someone I can be happy with, she'll be everything you weren't and more. Because I deserve to be happy like that. And you deserve Kevin, in whatever form he's pretending to be in this time.