You caused way more damage in my life than any good. There was this feeling I had when I met you... it didn't fit the persona you gave off. There is something I should've come to terms with a long time ago: When your gut tells you something, listen.
Your gut knows when your friends aren't good friends, your gut knows when something bad is going to happen, and your gut sure as hell knows when someone bad is standing in front of you.
If I could go back to the day we met, I'd turn around and walk away the second you'd start to speak. You are not worth the trouble and hurt you caused me. Hell, maybe I'm not worth the trouble and pain I probably caused you. Oh well.
I allowed loneliness to drive me to your presence, out of loneliness I spent time with you- I wanted a void inside me to be filled. I knew it wasn't your job to fill it, but I figured a temporary happiness from someone who wasn't supposed to give it to me, was better than nothing at all.
You ignored me, pushed me away. I was only relevant to you when you needed me. If a time arose that I did need you, my hands were left empty. Even after this time has passed, I don't get what my time with you meant.
You hate me after I pushed you out of my life, but having me in your life was a mediocre presence to you. My soul doesn't work based on someone else's convenience, I'm a force to be recognized all the time.
Are you even sorry for the things you said to me? Threatened me with? You created lies around yourself to cope with the fact that I just couldn't love YOU. I wasn't supposed to, and I'm so thankful for that.
You've made me do one of the hardest things I've ever had to do: I had to forgive someone who wasn't even sorry. Even after all your crap, I forgive you.
You handed me the knife with which I cut you out of my life, remember that.