My heart is hardly broken, you just hurt me a lot. You are not the center of my being, and I don't even suspect that if things had worked out the way I wanted them to, you would have been. Ever. I like you, yeah. I would have been happy for a relationship, yeah. I wanted to have someone in my life that didn't suck and that I could do things with and have fun. I wasn't asking you to profess your undying love, marry me, and give me lots of little brats.

<p>You knew how I felt about situations exactly like these. I told you, more than once, in no uncertain terms. You did the typical "but I'm not that kind of guy" routine and led me on. You know, the <i>exact</i> one that I told you that guys always give me? Still you went and did it anyway. I realize that you're only 16 and such, but that's old enough to know that that was a really, really shitty thing to do. All you had to say was that you liked me and you wanted sex, if that's all that it was. You didn't have to hint at the start of other, deeper things. I never would have gotten my hopes up and in the end, I wouldn't have cared.

<p>All you managed to do was hurt me and reinforce the already unhealthy feelings I have surrounding people and trust. That and possibly irreparably damaged any sort of friendship we could have had prior to your asshattery.

<p>I don't hate you, or anything. I just want to break a few of your bones.