Dating : The Message You’ll Never Receive

I know you probably don’t think about me, but I still think about you every fucking day, and a part of me hates myself for that. Because you made me like you, I liked you a lot, but you made me like the way you made me feel, and you made me like someone that you’re not; it was all a facade.

It was real for me, everything I said, everything I did, but I keep wondering was it real for you? Did I mean nothing, was it all for nothing. I wish I could forget about you and everything I said, everything I did because you took it for granted, you took me for granted. I regret giving you a second and a third chance because you were such a waste of my fucking time.

Now I’m left here wishing I could tell you all of this in person, wishing I could make you feel a fraction of what you’ve made me feel-small, embarrassed, worthless, powerless. But instead, I made you feel like a king, as if you were something special as if you couldn’t be replaced and I guess it all went to your head, and I guess you thought I was replaceable.

Don’t do this to the next innocent girl that you meet, please. She doesn’t deserve it; you don’t deserve her. Don’t steal pieces of her that she’ll never get back, while you walk away unscathed and she’s left picking up the pieces and trying to put herself back together. Don’t you fucking dare do this to another single soul you sick motherfucker.