I’m sorry I’m not in love with you anymore. I enjoy the attention the men I talk to give me. I enjoy secretly seeing them. They serve their purpose. Some I only kiss, some I only sleep with, and some I just enjoy how they let me play with them. I know I’m a bad person, but you’ve hurt me too much for me to care now. I have told you before that I’m no longer in love with you, and for you to just leave already. You did this to yourself. I’m tired of not being happy. So I’m going to do things that make me happy.