Dear Asshole,
    That's it. I'm done. You've been putting me down for far enough. You've literally made my life worse than it would've been. You've lied, cheated, acted like I was shit. Well, it's over. I don't need you anymore. I'll be happy. There are plenty of fish in the sea. Don't come crawling back, because we both know how it's going to end. I'm going to be the bigger person and apologize if I did anything. But obviously, you won't accept it and say you're sorry back. Whatever. With all the crap I've been going through these past few months, I would've thought you'd be supportive. But no. That gave you an excuse to put me down because I was such an emotional wreck, I couldn't defend myself. I thought you were a Prince Carming, but I was wrong. After writing this letter, the weight on my shoulders will be lifted. I will feel better. I don't need you anymore. Oh, and tell Harley I love her. I need Harley back. And Santana has been much more supportive than you.
                                                          
                                                                     Sincerely,
                                                                          Luna Ramona Days