Congratulations, you’re a douche. You don’t even have the sense to understand why saying “I don’t want to date you right now” would be hurtful. I don’t know how I ever believed in you. You’re insensitive. You don’t make an effort to try and understand me. You say “There’s something wrong with you. You need to work on yourself” even though just yesterday you were saying “Anything you need, I’ll be there for you.” You’re fake as fuck. Two faced and no good. I feel cheated and lied to because you don’t love me. You don’t give a shit about me. You have this idea about who you think I should be and since I’m not her at all, you’re done. I’ll admit I fell in love with a version of you. That version of you who took me on dates and said you wanted me forever and had fucking stamina and enjoyed pleasing me. God fucking damn. Where did that man go? Was he real or just for show? Did you ever believe in me? Did you ever mean forever? Now you send me off with a pat on the back and a “get better”. Well fuck you douche bag. I’m in my prime. I’m not gonna let you hurt me. This life is mine. I’m gonna live it to my fullest. I’m gonna enjoy every day. I never needed you, your eyes, your small penis, or your mother fucking lies anyway.