Don't flatter yourself. I am not crying over you, I am jus pissed at myself for not realizing what kind of a piece of shit you really are.
I have to admit, I allowed my vanity to take the best of me so when you started paying attention to me and making me feel special, I pursued you.
Vanity is a bitch.
I pay for our dates, you have no plans for your future, and you're pretty stupid. You're a leach. So, when you told me "It's not you, it's me", don't worry, I so know that!