My mind honestly cannot comprehend how anyone could hurt other people so easily. Especially people they “love.” That’s why love isn’t real. It’s dramatic, I know, but I don’t see how it can be real. You told me you would never hurt me. You told me I meant everything. And sometimes, I believed it. I remember the moment I believed your lies, too. You said using someone, taking advantage of their innocence and kindness, would fuck them up. You said you could never do that. You said that is the most horrible thing a boy, let alone an “adult,” could do to a girl. A young girl. Since I know you were aware that doing something like that was so messed up, I thought that you were right. That you were too good of a person to even be capable of that, like you said you were. But that’s exactly what you did to me. I gave you everything you asked for. Everything I had. You were my first everything. I let you take advantage of my ignorance. I didn’t trust you, but I believed you. You would tell me that you loved me, that I was an amazing person, that I deserved the best. How did I deserve this? Everything you said to me, you said to her. You begged for her back just as you begged for me to give you second chances when I’d catch you in a lie. You never told me the same “truth” twice. There was always another excuse. One I wasn’t dumb enough to fall for, but I chose to believe it. I was desperate to believe any lie you fed me, in hopes that you would choose me. In hopes that I could be good enough for you. But I was your second choice. I was barely second best. I knew I couldn’t compare to her, but you made me think I could. Everyone thought I was making a mistake. They knew you would play me. The people who witnessed first hand that you were playing us both said nothing to either of us. They acted like they didn’t know or didn’t care. That just shows how few people in the world you can trust. I regret it all. The pain outweighed the happiness. I wish it had never happened. I wish I had never fallen for you. I wish I had never let you in, or let take all that you did. Because of you, I can’t trust anyone. In a way, thank you for that. I trusted grudgingly in the past, but I know now that even the most convincing truths are lies. I tried not to love you, because I knew you would hurt me. Anyone capable of doing what you did isn’t worth much. I get that you’re insecure, but that’s not an excuse to mess with people who care about you. So I feel bad for you. I have never witnessed such selfishness. Everything you did was for yourself. You didn’t care about the consquences that would hurt both her and me, as long as you got what you wanted. You talk about how horrible it is when someone uses someone else and how you could never stoop so low as to do that. But you’re worse. You used us, lied to us, and dragged us along for all it was worth. I don’t know why you did this to me or to her. I know you’re afraid to be alone; you’re not the only one. But you are an adult. So I hope that you can learn from your mistakes. I hope you can grow from what happened. Grow up, move on. Lying, cheating, and fucking people over won’t help you avoid loneliness; it’ll make loneliness your best friend. I hope you get what you deserve, both good and bad. I hope you find someone good enough to not hurt this way. Most of all, I hope you learn and change from what you did, for the sake of yourself and those around you. Moral of the story is this: “if you love someone, let them go.” Don’t brainwash them.