Thinking about you makes me so angry. You used me and honestly if I didn't find someone so much better than you, I probably would've gone back again. You made me cry everynight for months. I weirdly hope you miss me as a sort of revenge because I missed you so much and you didn't give a rats ass. And now that I'm the one who doesn't care, as selfish as it sounds, I hope you go through the same shit you put me through. I wish you could even just feel a fraction of what I felt and now that you're gone I'm so much happier. All you left me with is shitty memories I used to romanticize. Fuck off and date another dude you'll use for a few months.