DON’T text me a year later and apologize
DON’T confess all of your lies a year later
DO all of that shit when it fucking happens so I don’t have to go through all these stupid fucking feelings again.
You probably don’t because I’m not sure you have a soul or a conscience or anything like that but I hope you feel like hell after reading my text. I was a lot nicer than you deserve. I didn’t even tell you how I pray for your unhappiness, how you’re, honest to God, the worst human being I’ve EVER come in contact with, and how I hope your dick accidentally falls into a meat grinder. You’re welcome.