You

Is it just me, or did you cheat on me to my face? I could see the disinterest, I could see the disdain. I could see that you were texting her, acting so alive, and turn to me, and be so dead. I could see that she was not just a girl a world away. You didn't have to ask her all of those questions because "she's foreign so you have to talk like that." (Oh, you xenophobe, you). She didn't have to follow up asking your age with "oh, then we will both be legal adults when you come here. Will you visit me?"

Is it just me, or did you move on too fast? This big dramatic scene, this pleasedontleavemeiloveyou, this crying-breaking-earsplitting-apology-meant-to-split-my-head-and-leave-my-skull-so-broken-you-can-get-into-my-head. For what? You had four girls to flirt with the very next week.

Maybe it is just me, but I think it's kinda funny that posting me wasn't your thing, but posting all five of your playthings is. You can't worry about deleting me when you have a swarm of others around you. Make sure you get STD tests done before you move on to your next girl-of-the-week. Stop trying to act tough. I can't olige your stupid requests if they're followed up with "Sorry, I actually have a girlfriend, so you shouldn't be talking to me. " Fine. Stop texting me first.

Is it just me, or were you really that shitty? You couldn't accept my bisexuality but lesbian porn was just SO HOT. You couldn't accept me citing the CDC on gun control stats (ugh, what a neolib). You couldn't accept me not liking your use of AAVE because you made racist jokes behind closed doors.

"Nah, you on some goofy ass type beat."

"Ong you best be jokin. I ain't playin witchu an yo dumb ass, ho"

"who u think u are, talkin like tha to me an shi"

It may just be me, but I think you're a d*ck. Sorry I wasn't willing to be one wih you.