I know I hurt you. I get it.
It’s been years. I’ve lost track of how many times I’ve apologized.
You just think you can say anything to me because you’ve got my hurting you to fall back on.
In reality, you don’t.
But you don’t see that, and you won’t.
You’re so selfish now. You can say it’s my fault all you want, but you’re smart enough to know that you are who you make yourself out to be.
And it hurts. I think this whole situation has ruined me more than it ever affected you.
Congrats, you got what you wanted;
I’m completely miserable.

I’m going to get over you.
I mean it this time.

Have a nice life.