La cruda verdad es que ya no puedes hacerme daño

Aunque sean las 3 de la mañana, estás sentado en tu habitación, pensando en mí. Simplemente no puedes aceptar el hecho de que ya no me importas un bledo.

You can’t sleep because you lost everything that was worthwhile in your life. It’s too late to think about it now. I will never come back to you.

So, don’t cry over spilled milk. Things weren’t always like this. You know, I loved you once. You were the world to me.

You were everything I had ever wanted but unfortunately, you didn’t know to cherish that. I still remember how you enjoyed my pain.

Pensabas que me merecía ese dolor porque sabía disfrutar de la vida.

For some reason you loved to see tears in my eyes. Maybe it made you feel like you have everything under control. “You know, I make her cry, and she will crawl back to me!”

And that worked for so many times. Every time you called me “slut”, “stupid” or “negative”.

Cada vez que me lastimabas, yo ponía la otra mejilla. Para que vinieran más bofetadas. Por ese sentimiento de ignorancia.

You didn’t care when I cried and looked at the wall the whole day. You thought that is normal, like you were not interested in me.

Te odio por todos esos momentos que me hiciste pasar.

I don’t care if you had a rough past so you destroy other people’s lives to feel better.

The fact is that you destroy lives, and you can’t change. It is not my life mission to save you from your past. It is something you need to do alone.

Sólo te culpo por haberme engañado todo este tiempo. Pensé que me querías pero lo único que sentías era indiferencia. Totalmente opuesto al amor.

Do you really think you can make a true love story with this kind of behavior? Do you think there is someone crazy enough to put up with that bullshit? I don’t think so.

I just know I want to be far away from you. I don’t even want to see you in the street. Because if I see you, I will immediately cross it.

You know that saying: “Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me!” And that’s how things work now. I know you manipulated me, punished me, abused me, and tortured me.

Véase también: Carta al hombre que me maltrató emocionalmente

But you didn’t know that I am strong enough to carry that burden. I finally survived, and now I can live my life to the fullest.

Unlike you, I am capable of change and that’s an opportunity I cannot pass up.

The reason why you can’t hurt me anymore is that I am not the same person. I am not that quiet and kind girl anymore. I don’t want to be like that anymore.

I tried, God knows I did. But it didn’t work. People took advantage of me, including you.

Now I am totally different woman—strong, independent and the one who knows what she wants from her life. So, don’t try to win me over.

Your sweet words don’t have any effect on my heart anymore. I am done trying to make you love me. I deserve more than an ‘almost’ relationship.

¿Y tú? ¡Te mereces una mierda! Te mereces que alguien con todas tus características te haga sentir mal e impotente.

Tal vez entonces entenderás todas mis lágrimas. Y llorarás. Me suplicarás que vuelva a ti. Pero pisotearé tu corazón como tú lo hiciste conmigo.

Esta es una lección que debes aprender para que nunca se te ocurra hacerle toda esa mierda a otra chica.

Al final, sólo recuerda que debes tener cuidado cuando trates con una loca. Nunca se sabe lo que está pensando mientras te mira con esa mirada de cachorro.

Puede arrancarte el corazón en un abrir y cerrar de ojos. Lo sé, porque yo te lo hice.

Y nunca me arrepentiré de ello.

¡NUNCA!