You are the worst kind of person.

I wish I wasn't so mad at you. I don't particularly want to write about you. However, I need to get this off my chest and I want you to know my feelings.

Since you blocked me on everything for probably the hundredth time, I guess I'll have to tell you, and the world, all that I want to say.

Here's the thing: I'm really not mad at you so much as I am mad at myself for being so stupid that I thought you would change. You're never going to change. You are a broken record. You act like you care when you hurt others, but really all you care about is yourself. You are selfish and inconsiderate. You use and take advantage and don't appreciate what you have until it's gone. That is your record, and everyone knows it.

I, unlike most people, believed in you. I thought you would make it. I thought you would finally gain some common sense and get your life together. I was on your team, your side; I fought for you when everyone else was against you. I thought you would learn. My friends all said I was stupid. Every single time I took your forgiveness you completely tore it apart. You didn't care if I forgave you, you just wanted to feel better about yourself.

I know that I am the one that got away. You know it. I know it. Everyone knows it. Obviously, if I wasn't, you wouldn't have kept coming back over and over again. You took me for granted, and you took advantage of my kindness. I don't want to be the person who denies grace to anyone who offers up an apology. But you, my friend, have crossed the line so many times, I can't even count.

I know you're with her, and I understand the circumstances. I always have. What I never understood was why you kept bringing me into the middle of it. It was never a good situation for anyone. I don't ever want to be brought into your drama. But every time I accept your apology, your drama comes with your friendship. It stresses me out, and I'm not the kind of person to be okay with so much drama. But every time life got hard for poor little you, you found a way back into my life for support and a friend. Every time life gets tough with her, you come running back to me. I don't care what you say about her because you are honestly just as bad.

I mean, listen to how crazy you sound. One day you say, "She's crazy, I'm never going back," and the next, "Sorry, we're getting back together." You tell me, "I need you, I miss you, please be here for me," and the next time you say, "I don't need you, I need her. Leave me alone."

Needless to say, I am done with your games. You can come back as many times as you want and it won't matter. You can call, text, message, sub-tweet me as much as you want, and I will not be there. You have taken advantage of my grace far too long. You have hurt me because of it. All I ever did was try to make you feel better just to have you spit in my face. I tried to be there for you but you didn't care. You never cared. You are a pretentious, unfortunate individual. Do not tell me you "never wanted me." Last time I checked, you came back to me multiple times. I never said you wanted me; I never even wanted you!

I finally realized that if I keep letting you back in my life like I have been, you will never learn to treat anyone with respect. This is why you have no friends. You don't know how to keep good people in your life. I'm not a perfect person, but I was sure good to you. I will never let you, or anyone else, take advantage of my kindness again. I won't be there when you need me next time. You were never there when I needed you, so there was no friendship in the first place. You were selfish and used me to help yourself feel better. You don't care how others feel. You don't care if you hurt me. You don't care who you hurt as long as it benefits YOU.

I know you'll probably need me again sometime soon. But honestly, don't waste my time. When you start becoming more considerate of others, I might answer. But until then, or probably not, I won't be seeing you around.