Dear Boy, That's it. I'm sick of you. You don't

That's it. I'm sick of you. You don't care about me.
You've made it pretty obvious. You've treated me
like sh*t since the very beginning. You know what
I say to that? I say, F*ck you. You don't deserve to
be in my life anymore. So I'm letting you walk out.
I've put up with your pointless bullsh*t for too long.
For once, I'd like to be in control of the way I feel.
You know how I feel? I feel great. Now that you're
gone. Go ahead and tell everyone how much you
don't give a sh*t about me. Because I'll be doing the
same. and one more thing:
I'm over you.