Dear That Whore

To you, it was just getting what you wanted. The thing that I had that you tried so hard to get all summer long. Him. My him. I don’t know why you felt it necessary to steal him away from me. He and I were perfectly fit, we went together so well. And you tried to use his depression about school to get him. Congratulations. A fifteen year old has no business trying to be with someone as smart and kind as him.

You ruined us. Your f**king need to get with him. He betrayed me and you betrayed me. You ruined the only good thing in my life and refused to f**king stay out. It still hurts, a year later. That I didn’t seem good enough for him. That he would f**king cheat on me. And yet I still love him, and your face. Your ugly, ugly face makes me want to kill you. And I would, believe me, if I wasn’t the person I am. I think about it way too often. And the fact that some of my close friends are friends with you too, sucks. So stop trying to talk to him. Stop pretending like anything you “had” with him was anything at all.

I admit, that I too, have helped someone cheat. And I felt horrible about it. But it was not my intention, I did not go out of my way to get it. I tried to stop it even. And because of that, I feel that you are scum. And who the hell spells their name like that? You look like a dumb little girl or a stripper. Get those teeth fixed. And your pube red hair. And learn to spell. Your arguments with me aren’t convincing with that grammar.

You’re a whore. And I’ll be happy when you’re gone.

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