We hung out a total of 3-4 times. Basing your idea of the kind of guys that I like from my tumblr is bullshit. I like so many different types of guys not just thin, modified dudes. I like chubby guys, skinny guys, alternative guys, non-alternative guys, whatever. There isn’t one type of “perfect” man that I think I’m entitled to. Yet you seem to think that you know.
Also, I think it’s pretty fucked up how you showered me in compliments, told me how beautiful I am and how you’d “never be mean to me, ever” and how you didn’t cared that I’m fat. Then when I tell you that I didn’t feel a connection with you, you proceed to spew insults at me. Not to mention, you are well aware of my low self esteem and depression so for you to tell me that I’m going to be alone and lonely forever is so low. For you to just tear at my wounds when I never did anything to you to deserve it.
For a short time, you made me feel so good about myself. I never thought you’d turn around and make me feel so bad. I thought you were a better person.