If it doesn't bring you happiness....

Let it go
I decided I wouldn't hang around people that made me sad, anymore. That means you, Andrew. Half of the time I'm happy when you talk to me and half of the time you make me feel sad. That's too much time to be feeling sad.
I just don't understand how you think, and how you think its okay to do the things you do and say, and think its okay to brush me off like that. Four times, Andrew. Four Times. My friends told me to stop talking to you after the second time. Like an idiot I didn't. The thing that makes me the saddest is you don't even realize how mean brushing me off is. You go on like nothing happened. I even asked you last week. Don't tell me you want to do something and make me wait for you and then cancel last minute. It's rude an inconsiderate and it means you have no respect for me and my time. And what did you do on Sunday? You did exactly the same thing. I didn't think I was going to be so mad, but the more I thought about it the more disappointed I got and sad for liking you. I didn't talk to you all day yesterday and I'm pretty sure you didn't care and didn't think I was upset with you. When Dave liked me he at least seemed to make every attempt possible to see me, in the beginning and didn't play with me like a toy.

You, on the other hand, are a big liar and a jerk, and I hope I find the strength to tell you to go away.