This isn’t personally written for anyone specific. So, if you’re reading this and you screwed me over, you’re not alone or special and don’t you ever for a second believe that. Lately this has been such a regular occurrence, I have written poetry that would make the perfect lyrics to a Taylor Swift song--but I’m actually not bitter. I won’t cry over any of you because I feel liberated and genuinely happy that I got away when I did.

So the irony to this letter is that I want to thank all of you. Honestly, I had some fantastic times with most of you and some genuine, yet temporary friendships and I would rather have those permanent good memories in mind than dwell on melancholic disconnections.

Even to those of you who mad me feel used, taking what you wanted from me and then ending the friendship when you realized I was human, I just think you should know that you didn’t take anything from me. It has been the people who used me for my physical assets who helped me embrace that when I wake up in the morning my body will always be mine.

I think I understand the theory that everything happens for a reason because the timing of having to walk away from a couple of f*ck boys, directly correlated with my mother getting out of a twenty-year abusive relationship. All at once the danger of my infatuation of the “bad boy” struck me like lightning. And this epiphany got me thinking--if I allow myself to hold on to toxic people too long-- I could end up like my mother and I cannot let her experience be in vain.

So thank you, I could never have imagined myself thanking you through all the pain, frustration and confusion, but without you I wouldn’t have had the practice and matured into someone who could take initiative to walk away. You screwing me over helped me learn to love myself and embrace the solitude I once feared.