An Open Letter to My Ex Boyfriend

I saw that your bio on something or other was "I miss her" and I know it's about me. You'll never read this, you probably don't even know this site exists and if you do, you'd never guess that this was my account. You never really knew me that well, did you? You'd think that after dating someone for eight months, living with them for two and being in their life for a year, you'd know them better. I bet you don't know that my favorite color is pink, I bet you don't know that I go to concerts as much as I can, I bet you don't know that I fell in love with the sweetest soul. You'd flip your shit if you knew, I don't know why. The last time we spoke, you called me a dumb hoe and told me to kill myself. I don't know why me getting into an argument with some guy because I was defending my friend pissed you off so much that day. Days before that you were trying to stay at my house again, as if you respected any of my parents rules the first time around? Remember when you left me in the middle of the night to do acid and called me at 1 am because you didn't bother to learn the code to the door? Or when you left me on our six months to sell weed (which you didn't even end up selling)? I could go on and on about the 8 months of you ditching me, sexually assaulting me, putting me down, but I won't. Why should I have to relive that? Why is it on me to hold you accountable? You were my first real realtionship, and you fucked me up good.