To Manipulative Dickwad,

I hope you're still reading this. I promise you it's something you'll want to see. After all, you love to see people suffer at your hands, don't you?

Anyways, a few months into our friendship, and you started flirting with me more than usual. You were still an ass, knowing I was stuck on you, but you strung me along.

You made promises of dates, flaking out with bad excuses and promises of future dates. I knew it was bad, but, like I said, I was stuck on you.

Thanks for that, dickface.

With regret,
Li BoMi