You were right when you said that you were manipulative. I should have seen the signs. When you said that you could make girls do whatever you want? When you said that you use to be a whore? When you said . . . Oh, I could go on forever with the things that you've said, with the lies and the just as horrible truths that you've spilled from those lips I once praised.
I was swimming in praise for you. I was entranced; completely under your spell, just like all the other poor girls you've sucked into your web of deceit. I wondered why your ex-girlfriends seemed to hate you so much. Now I know.
I knew it then, when you spoke those words to me, that something was wrong. I could feel it in my gut. However, I did not want to believe it. I did not want to believe it so much that I actually convinced myself that you were different than the young man you described. What a silly thing to do.
I hope you realize what you've done. I hope you realize that you threw away something beautiful. I am a good person. If I want something badly enough, such as love, I'll find it.
If you had just told me the truth in the first place, we wouldn't be here. You wouldn't have to go back to sitting by yourself like the outcast you have chosen to be. If you had just told me the truth, we could still be friends. I would not trust you completely, but we still could have made it work.
You want to know what the really sad part is? I honestly think that you care about me. Maybe I'm an even bigger idiot for believing it, but I do think that on some level you care for me.
Too bad. I could have been a good friend to you. I really could have.
Have a nice life, Matthew. I wish you luck.
You'll be needing it.
- Kayla