I find it hilarious that you say you “love” me. I want nothing to do with you, it’s just that I don’t have the balls to say so because a)I’m not a dude and b)I honestly don’t know what you would do if I said that, and I don’t want to be the reason you did something dramatic.

I’d like to think I’m a forgiving person, because I mostly am. I’m pretty forgetful, which serves to others’ advantage. It’s funny how I can never seem to just forget what you said to me. How long have I known you? A year? Maybe two now. Last year, valentine’s day, you were pissed about some other girl not wanting to be your valentine, or whatever. You wouldn’t tell me. And you’re talking to me in some shitty mood, and I don’t know what gave you the idea otherwise, but an ugly attitude makes an ugly person.

I don’t want to go out with you, because I used to like you, but you were too caught up with an ass full of other girls. You stopped paying attention to me, and I lost interest. What sucks is that I feel like I’m the bad guy for not giving you another chance, but it isn’t my fault. I’m not going to take responsibility. You don’t love me, and I don’t want to hear you say that ever again. Call me when you can tell me what you love about me; when you know what love even means.

I have absolutely no qualms with being friends with you, but you’re actually too boring to be in a relationship with, even if all that I had just mentioned weren’t true. It has nothing to do with how you look. You irritate me, you bore me, and you can’t even make me laugh.

I guess I don’t mind being single after all.