I never thought I would write a letter to someone who made me feel worthless and used, but as one of my friends says frequently, “Hindsight is 20/20.” Sometimes, it takes a mistake to realize what you NEVER want to do again, and, of course, there are times when it takes a few mistakes to understand who you are, what you believe, and where you stand.
Unfortunately, with today’s trend of constant fuckboys, we often only learn after a few mistakes, because we don’t realize that the first time was a mistake. You keep us girls fooled, fuckboys; congrats. But after those few mistakes is when it hits us. You don’t care. You never cared about how we felt, or our interests, hobbies, or goals in life; you just cared about using us for the time being.
And even though you never cared and we did, I think I can speak for the majority of the female population who has been screwed over when I say “Thank you.” That’s right, thank you for using me.
Thank you for making me realize that I am not insignificant, and my morals are way better than you believe they are.
I won’t hook up with you because you supposedly care about me at two in the morning. Please, that’s not caring—that’s a booty call, and I will hit decline when I am woken up to this. If you don’t care about me at 2 p.m., then you sure as heck don’t care about me at 2 a.m.
Thank you for making me more secure.
Because of you, I’m not quick to jump into something I believe is going to turn into a whole lot more. I’m steady, I’m careful, I’m secure in my feelings, and I don’t let people control me the way you did.
Thank you for showing me the type of person I don’t want to be or be with.
You’re disrespectful, arrogant, and immature. As Taylor Swift sings, “Someday, I’ll be living in a big ol’ city, and all you’re ever going to be is mean.” And not to mention the next line of her songs goes “I can see you years from now in a bar, talking over a football game with that same big loud opinion, but nobody’s listening.” You'll be sitting there with nothing but a nearly empty beer in your hand, with your “friends” who have similar characteristics and values beside you, while I am successful, happy, and most likely watching the same game with someone who appreciates me. And a beer.
Thank you for still trying to contact me.
Ah, yes, the feeling of power and satisfaction when I decline your calls or ignore your messages. Who knew something so simple could make someone feel so good? I bet you didn’t think that your ruthless attitude towards me would result in me being ruthless right back. I have no remorse when I ignore your messages or calls, because I know you have no remorse for the way you treated me.
So thank you to the boy who used me and made me feel worthless. I might’ve had to learn these things from a silly mistake like you, but now I realize who I am, what I believe, and where I stand. In the end, you were a blessing in disguise; you just didn’t know you were doing me any good.
