I'm studying for a final. And I just want to let you know that you broke my heart when you left, but that I don't hate you. But, I hate the way you handled it. Normally, I would have broken down with the thought of you leaving. Committed suicide in my heart about the way you did it. That you just stopped talking to me and that you left without saying goodbye. And that I had to ask your fucking mom if it was over because you weren't man enough to tell me yourself. Fuck you. I'm coming down to see girlfriends from high school and I'm going to try and contact you just so we can end this six year relationship in dignity. And if you don't even have the balls to see me after I drive 550 miles down there, then I hope karma fucking nails you in the ass in the future. And maybe by then I'll be over all this bullshit and you'll want me back because you'll realize that I was perfect for you. And I'll laugh and spit in your face because by then you'll be a worthless cheap memory of a toxic teenage romance.

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