I hope it's done for good now. I was hoping that I would have two months to be able to look past that seemingly fatal attraction (always combined with alcohol and the desire for that comfortable familiar) that would always bring me back to you and move on already. 
I had two weeks instead. 

I've put up with so much less after recieving so much more. I've given up on a guy after being blown off or stood up once. I can't even count how many times you said you'd do something and you didn't. The fact that we've NEVER actually hung out outside of a bar, a car or a bed rests completely on your shoulders. In a time when I didn't need anything else to be sad about, you managed to make me feel even worse.  The one year anniversary is why I truly hoped you wouldn't be here when I got back from Europe, why I didn't even want to talk to you when I found out you were and why I fucking hated myself for letting you back in only to stand me up again just four days before the big day. You've made me feel pathetic, unattractive, cheap and used.

Yes, I do feel used. 
No, I don't think you were using me but you can see how I could get that impression. 
Yes, I think it's possible that I don't really know you and you don't really know me. 
No, I don't think you ever really wanted to let me in enough to change that.
Yes, I think you were lying about your phone not being on in Mt. Hood.
No, I don't think it's the first time you've lied to me.
Yes, it fucking hurt when you 'joked' about never bringing me flowers or the like.
No, I don't think you have any idea that it actually did or at least how much.
Yes, I think you brought me and my self-esteem down. 
No, I don't think it was intentional.
Yes, I think I deserve so much better. 
No, I don't think you are willing or even capable of giving me that.  

Yes, I was good to you. No, you never did anything to deserve it.