I loved you so much and got nothing in return. I hate thinking about you, I hate it so much, but there is for some reason always a part of me that wants to go back to you. But that would be bad. You would do the same things again. You wouldn’t respect the things I tell you. You wouldn’t respect me. I don’t think you ever did in the first place. You were bad for me. I didn’t want those things to happen to me. I just wanted to be loved back. We almost made it to 3 months. And then, while we were broken up, I learned horrible things. Things I will never forget. Goodbye.