Hey there Almost. Long time since I howled at you, and I’m just saying good riddance.

I’m not gonna lie, when it ended, I was pretty messed up. I was losing my brother and trying to help keep a close friend from losing his mind in grief, but all you could think about was yourself, even though I gave you every free moment I had. Bad move, I should’ve focused more on D, and I regret that.

But guess what, you whore, it’s been two long years since you didn’t even have the guts to tell me good-bye in person. I lost my brother, I lost some of my close friends, I lost you (the former center of my universe). But I gained from those losses, and I can’t thank you enough for being the immature little harlot that broke me down enough for me to rebuild.

I’m more of a man than you’ll ever get, and you’re still sleeping around. Are you still wondering why all any other guy wants from you is the horrible sex? Or did the fact that you’re sleeping with married men make you realize that’s all they want you for? I’m going to college next year, and you’re working Subway and a purse booth at the mall. My friends are there for me and know I return the favor. How many of your current friends know you’d sleep with their man in half a heartbeat?

It doesn’t matter. This is the last time I’m wasting my time on you. I’ve got my life going great, and I know the difference between shallow sluts and real friends. I’m glad my brother didn’t see you in his final days, and I hope you realize your mistakes when you see me living the good life one day.

Thanks for everything you stupid, fat, lazy slut! Hope your hundred future “boyfriends” don’t mind your STDs and a hole about as tight as your flabby, jell-o body.

-Scott