A dura verdade é que já não me podes magoar mais

Mesmo que sejam 3 da manhã, estás sentado no teu quarto, a pensar em mim. Simplesmente não consegues aceitar o facto de que eu já não quero saber de ti.

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.

Achavas que eu merecia aquela dor porque sabia aproveitar a 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”.

Sempre que me magoavas, eu dava a outra face. Para mais bofetadas que viessem. Por esse sentimento de ignorância.

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.

Odeio-te por todos os momentos que me fizeste passar.

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.

Só te culpo por me teres enganado este tempo todo. Pensei que me amavas mas a única coisa que sentias era indiferença. Totalmente o oposto do 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.

Ver também: Uma carta para o homem que abusou de mim 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.

E tu? Mereces merda! Mereces alguém com todas as tuas características para te fazer sentir mal e impotente.

Talvez então compreendas todas as minhas lágrimas. E tu chorarás. Vais implorar-me para voltar para ti. Mas eu vou espezinhar o teu coração como tu me fizeste a mim.

Esta é uma lição que tens de aprender para nunca pensares em fazer essa merda a outra rapariga.

No final, lembre-se que deve ter cuidado ao lidar com uma mulher louca. Nunca se sabe o que ela está a pensar enquanto olha para si com aquele olhar de cachorrinho.

Ela pode arrancar-nos o coração num piscar de olhos. Eu sei disso, porque eu fiz isso contigo.

E nunca me arrependerei disso.

NUNCA!