To you, I wish people knew what lies deep down beneath the cover of the "loving" person you portray. Then they would know that the sooner they stop relying on you, the sooner they stop expecting you to do the right thing, the sooner they stop expecting you to show up, the better for them.

Today you're standing on your made-up moral high ground. Nigga, if I ever had to stand on that, I'd jump into the grass and weep with shame till I sleep with intense, burning shame. You hide behind everyone and everything. You don't even have the cojones to stand and say what you think. That’s not dignity it’s cowardice dressed as restraint.

What a shame. I already knew the kind of person you were, and I set a low standard, but Jesus Christ, you tunneled a new low even for your levels. It's crazy how, at the bottom barrel of a man, you have no standards, no values—you move everywhere the wind blows you. And for your size, that spinelessness is laughable. But all this could have been forgiven if you even had an iota of self-awareness and showed strength of character, or even had the balls to explain your decisions—but Jesus, man, you failed the smallest task a man can face.

I don't fuck with all your Kumbaya shit. Your character was always like water—you always took the easiest path out.
No love lost for you.