I should have known not to trust you from the beginning. The night I found those naked pictures of random girls on your computer I felt humiliated. That’s when I should’ve just given up- instead of going through all your judgements and the constant anxiety of not being the perfect person for you. But now we’re over and I’m still trying to be friends for what reason? I don’t know. The night you told me I was still your best friend was complete and total bullshit. I’m done. I’m done putting forth the effort of being friends when honestly, you’re a bad friend, a bad boyfriend, and a shitty person. I’m finding out now that people could see you were bad news and I’m realizing that I was completely blind to the things they picked up on. I can’t stand the fact that I still get upset from time to time while thinking of you. Therefore, I’m cutting you out of my life. I want to forget you and our pointless relationship. I’m making changes and focusing on myself. I’m moving on.
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