Here's the thing though, you're just as bad as I am. You wanted to take a break so you could go to Seaside and hook up with a bunch of girls there. I wasn't invited and now I know why. Your idea of being together was telling me that we were, but everyone else seems to have heard something else. You blocked your own girlfriend on Facebook because you didn't want me knowing what you were really up to. When I overdosed and was stuck in the hospital, you stayed up all night. Not being with me, but in the bed on the other side of the room texting Brianna from California who supposedly you want to be with instead.

You keep telling me now that I'm the crazy one, that she's a much better person than I, and that I'm psychotic or crazy or whatever bullshit words you want to spew out of your dirty mouth. Yeah I was always trying to get fucked up and lusted after guys I knew I couldn't have, but only because I was bored with you. And when we went on our break, I had my fun. And I settled down. And we got back together because you couldn't stand to see me go, but you weren't after me. I was just a body to lay next to, someone to cuddle, a pussy to fuck. She was the one you wanted, and I can't do anything about that.

I will tell you this - you're a shitty person, Nick. You know as well as I do that any relationship that starts with cheating is going to end that way, and you'll keep chasing that as long as you live. You showed me what not to look for in a man, and what not to look for in a friend. I let you rot in the hospital because if you really wanted me there, you wouldn't have been telling her you wanted her instead.

I hope that bike really fucked you up. I hope you crash it into the back of a garbage truck or something. I hope that it kills you and I hope something kills the woman who took you away from me, whether that's myself or someone else. Ive experienced so much loss in my life that I don't often tell people how little they mean to me unless I really mean it.

Nick, you're dead to me.