Thanks for making me feel like an idiot, Mike.
Thanks for dumping me two weeks before finals, because I'm not worth waiting those two weeks when I was leaving for home anyways.
Thanks for making me think that I'm a useless piece of crap and no one will ever love me again.
Thanks for telling me I'm not enough for you. Who am I enough for, then?
Thanks for leaving me and forgetting about me. Two years means nothing to you, I get it.
I really hope you're happy, because I'm a fucking mess.