I did eventually read it.

But what blows my mind is two weeks after you wrote that, you told me you missed me and we started talking again.

A few weeks after we started talking (and me sitting outside of Walgreens for 3 hours) you told me you didn't like me anymore. I kissed you on the forehead and left, crying. And THEN you call me 3 days later and said "Oh, just kidding, I still love you." And the only question I can ask myself is, if you loved me, how could you let me walk away crying?

But you know what, I'm done. I'm not going to let you push me around like this anymore.

I feel bad for you, though. Because you aren't fine. You're far from fine. You've gained at least 20 pounds, you wear make-up to make yourself feel better, you listen to music for 8 year-olds to get attention and you're an asshole. You said yourself, you don't have friends that care about you at all.

So, before you say you're fine, remember who you were when we were together. And remember how much happier you were. We did Hip-Hop Abs together. You had an amazing body. You didn't need make-up because you knew you were beautiful without it. You didn't act like you were 8. You smiled a REAL smile. We used to just sit with each other and just listen to Hands Down for hours. Our first kiss was at the MCR concert in DC. The first time you told me you loved me was after you drove around in your car looking for me when I ran away. You cared about people's feelings and would give anything to make someone happy. You knew who you were and you were comfortable with it. But the biggest thing was you loved someone more than yourself...it drove you crazy, but it was the best feeling in the world. THAT'S the Lindsay I love and have finally realized I'm never going to get back.

You asked me to never talk to you again, and that's what you're going to get. Don't call me ever, don't IM me, don't send me letters and notes, and don't call me when you're 18.