To you:

As I am a sucker for continuity, I will start this letter off the same way I did the last one. This will be the final one, should you care to know. It's been two or three weeks [a little over a year now] since you decided to unceremoniously throw all we had into an incinerator and burn it.

Am I bitter? No; I'm thankful actually. You finally made me see what I had been denying for two months now. You see, I've been suffering under the delusion that you were a nice person.

You see, in case you're not aware, you are cruel, manipulative, conniving, oversensitive, intimidating, and a gigantic and chronic liar. Oh right, that's why I fell for you- you lied! How could I forget?

Now that I'm not under the insane delusion that I love you, I can see what a web of lies you spun around us. Every word out of your mouth was a lie, and I have proof of that. That you're not a virgin? Lie. That you love me? Lie. That you're not a liar? Also a lie!

How could I know what's true, considering everything I once believed turned out to be false. It's called a best friend, you jerk. Next time think a little harder before telling two different versions of the same story to two girls. Newsflash: she and I are friends, so we talk. You even lied about your alleged demisexuality, considering you were so ready to kiss me but didn't give a damn about my feelings and tossed me out as soon as I started demanding respect.

Ah, I was just a naive girl, wishing for someone to love me. Then you showed up and I thought, what could go wrong? A sweet boy like him couldn't hurt me, there's no way! And to think I was afraid of hurting you. The thought nauseates me now since I'm the one whose heart is broken and you're the one who just gets to walk off.

You are like one of the fey. You supposedly can't lie but you bend the truth to your liking and use it to screw over the people dumb enough to confide in you. It was fine that you didn't want to date me, it was fine that you called it off, but after 3 months, over text?! You, my good sir, are what they call a coward.

I resent you for using me, I do. I'm not going to wish you good luck because I don't think you deserve it. Honestly, I hope you drop out of college and wander the streets. But, I am a nice person, so I'll just say good riddance. I never want to see you again, but I'm not going to curse you. You go do whatever it is you want to do with your life. So you wasted three months of my life, three months I'll never get back. This was a waste of letters, and you are a waste of oxygen.

-The one you screwed over