but I do. And I still have to check your facebook periodically, just to reassure myself that you are in fact still a burnt out loser living with your mom and spending your weekends getting wasted. I just need to know that I’m still winning. In the game of life, I’m winning.

Revenge may not be the proper motivation, but it’s what’s keeping me going. I will be everything, and I will be successful at everything because you doubted if I was enough then, and if I could ever be enough. And worse than that, you made me doubt if I could ever be enough. And that doubt made me hungry. Hungry to prove you wrong; to shove your rejection, your biggest mistake, back down your throat. To prove to you that you are trash. Undeserving trash. And I was better than you then, and I will continue to be better than you.

Go ahead, hold my virginity like a trophy. It’s the best thing that will ever happen to you. It doesn’t mean anyone ever loved you. It means you found a lonely girl and are a champion opportunist.

Keep smoking weed, keep spending all your time longboarding and tinkering on piece of shit cars. Keep trying to be a pro-glowsticker, bro. You’re making this competition almost too easy.