There is no closure you’ve done this to all ur exs n I was just another 1

You said our conversations that afternoon were supposed to be honest. I opened up and shared things I didn’t even want to admit because I thought that was the point—honesty. This was your idea, yet from the very beginning, you kept so much from me. You didn’t even give me a chance. Instead, you sit there and try to blame me for everything that’s happened, but the truth is, you’ve been doing this from the start of our relationship. You knew exactly what you were going to do all along. How am I supposed to process that? Especially when you’re still uploading videos, not even trying to hide it. Your name is right there for the world to see. It hurts so much. You told me to be proud of you while you were doing those things—things that made me sick inside. You wanted my praise so you could keep doing it. That’s not love; it’s cruel. Even now, when you pretend like you’ve stopped, you’re still doing it. I loved you more than you could ever imagine. I wasn’t perfect, but I would’ve done anything for you. I would’ve died for you, taken a bullet for you, protected you from anything. I put myself on the line so you could have a chance at life, and even that wasn’t enough for you. Why did you even enter this relationship? Was it just to hurt me? To make yourself feel good at someone else’s expense? That’s so twisted. Do you even realize the damage you’re causing? The pain you’re inflicting on people? Some might not survive it—and yet it seems like you don’t care at all. How can someone care so little? Are you really that broken, that damaged? This will likely go unheard and unanswered because I know you’ll never tell me the truth. But it feels like I’ve lost someone I loved deeply—as if my girlfriend died while we were together. It feels like there was a funeral I never got to attend, and now she’s gone forever. That’s what breaks my heart the most: knowing she’s beyond saving now, consumed by darkness. You took everything from me—my identity, my privacy, my dignity—and for what? You justify it by saying I didn’t give you enough attention, but that couldn’t be further from the truth. You can sit there all day accusing me of being flawed or imperfect—I’ll admit my mistakes—but at least I was honest with you in the end. You never admitted anything. On top of everything else, on both Valentine’s Days we spent together, you cheated on me. You broke my heart in ways I can’t even put into words