It’s never really easy to find out that the person you would least expect to drag your name through the mud would in fact do it, and in such a distinct and tasteless way nonetheless. In a time where true best friends are impossible to keep and monogamous relationships are figments of our longing imagination, we are just now realizing that nothing we see in fictional media is true. We are instead thrown out into a cruel world with nowhere to turn; where being tossed out and replaced is an everyday occurrence with no consequence for the culprit and a sad punishment for the victim.

And don’t our past relationships with people always end so, so bitterly? It’s the ex boyfriend who spreads rumors about the girlfriend he had, but could not keep. That same person you held to a high esteem, who promised—who swore—that he would never, ever lie about you,  but did it anyway.

Since when was it everyone’s business to know all the people I know, or who I date, or who I come into contact with at all? It’s not yours, I know that. You say you “speak facts”, but your facts are fabricated; so twisted and undeniably made up… it’s your story, your imagination, your false truth that you push on others. I pity you. I pity the way you need to tell everyone who I’ve kissed, who I’ve been fucking, or whose dick I’ve sucked. Strong wording, I know.

 …But those words are all yours and none of them are true.

You assume and lie, and it’s about time you realize that those two will get you nowhere. I pity the way you demand answers from me, like you still matter to me. And I pity the way that you deceive so viciously and terribly that I don’t know how to start cleaning it all up. I pity the way you connive and slither your way into my life, trying to create enemies for me, when all you’re doing is making yourself look like a fool.

Your petty insults have no effect on me. You know and I know that you’re just saying anything to hurt me.  Since when was not loving someone a problem that called for “psychological help”? If anyone needs psychological help, it’s you. You have been thrown away all your life and it must have dismantled your perspective because you have no idea how things work as they are, and the way you think things should work is impossible, irrational, and absurd. You won’t find anyone who loves you. You’re impossible to love.

So, congratulations. You failed… like you always have. I no longer care for you, I never did love you, and I have let go of you completely. I have found better people to associate myself with.  So, dear, It’s time you grow up; open your eyes and let go…

You mean nothing to me.