how angry you got at me for going on dates with other guys while you were going to bed with other girls. Such different things. Such different levels of betrayal. Especially because mine was months after our break-up. Yours was before the break-up, and all during the months of telling me you still loved me.

And it’s funny to me that you got so angry hearing I had just gone on a date. If only I had told you about the guy I was in a relationship with while you kept insisting we would get back together after summer. And how many guys I was going on dates with. Sensitive little hypocrite, aren’t ya?