I was stupid. I was a stupid, blind girl. I was infatuated. I was lost in the dream that you might actually care about me. I was naive.

You became my priority, when I was merely an option. I did anything to get your attention, grabbing onto to even the smallest message from you, or the slight head nod you always threw at me while I crossed campus and spotted you.

I would be distracted, staring at my phone, hoping that I finally made an impression and that your name would come across the screen and everything would fall into place. Books took a backseat to posting Instagram photos that you might like.

I am writing this to tell you that I give up. I give up on you. I give up on someone who made me lose sight of my priorities, my morals, and my worth. I forgive you, because you probably struggle to maintain a solid GPA, in between your parties, your hook-ups, and booze runs.

School is important; that is why we are here. I am here to learn, to strive, and become the best person I can be before being completely on my on. You made me feel dependent, and childish, something that I was trying to rid by coming to college.

You killed my GPA, but I won’t allow you to kill me anymore.

Sincerely,

The girl who chooses intelligence and self worth over popularity and desperation.