You should be ashamed of yourself, truly and deeply ashamed of yourself. Never have I encountered someone so careless, so selfish. (And this is directed to the people you claim you “love” most). If this is your love, I don’t want it. You can take it back.

All of it.

“Never be anyone’s spare tire.” I’ve been sitting in the trunk for too long, buddy. And though I doubt it sometimes—most of the time, you don’t deserve me. I am way above your status. Yes, there may be girls out there who have more defined bodies, and prettier faces. But you will never find anyone like me. Ever. No one as caring, no one with this much patience and tolerance. No one who will list themselves as the secondary, and you as the primary. No one with this much understanding and endurance.

No one with this much heart.

I’m the best you’ll ever come across and you-fucking-blew-it. And though I am temporarily jaded, I know I’ll find my Self again. I will find my worth and know it, and never will I base that on a boy’s actions, words, or opinion—again.

I won’t repeat the cycle. I won’t turn into another Andrew or another Melinda. Because I’m better than that, and I know people should be treated with respect—something you have yet to show me, or anybody for that matter.

You can slander my name, demote me, whatever. It’s okay. Because in the end I win. I will take this heartache, confusion, sadness, and anger, and give it new life. I will turn this into something positive, just you wait and see.

You can continue getting lost in yourself; entertaining yourself with the empty touches of new hands and bodies. Or perhaps familiar ones. But as for me, I will soak up the presence of people deserving of my time. People who will influence me for the better, people who will encourage my growth, people who will shape and mold me into the fantastic person I am meant to be.

And when I do indeed rise to my potential, because fuck—I have a lot of it…

You’re gonna wish you never let me go.