First ex: You are a waste of space. Human garbage. You also stink constantly and need to learn how to brush your teeth. Get off the drugs and become something useful. You're a pathological liar, you lie about insignificant s**t that doesn't even matter. Seriously, ew.
Second ex: Everyone hates you and thinks you're crazy. I used to swallow my opinion a lot or just straight up lie to you just to keep you happy. Really, I disagreed with you on just about everything, but considering how goddamn argumentative, pigheaded, and violent you are, I just didn't want to bother. I seriously believe you are a future rapist, or a future KKK member, or both. Yes, it IS cheating if you have a fiance on the side that you never tell me about! It's also some major lolz that you call me the slut when you're the one throwing yourself at quite literally anything with a v****a.
Third ex: Fix yo teeth, dude! You could be kinda cute if you weren't a snaggletooth! Stop posting TMI facebook statuses, no one wants to know that you just puked all over your rug. Your photography isn't that good, no I don't really think you could make it as a professional photographer, unless you stop taking done-to-death hipster pictures of the same rusty lock over and over again.
Fourth ex: You are the stereotypical basement dweller. You're fat, and it's not because of your genes, it's because you eat six tons of food every day. No, I don't really like it. You're terrible at oral sex and I didn't have the heart to tell you. Your constant depression and self-pity over stupid s**t is annoying. It's seriously disturbing how weak you are and how as soon as something even remotely bad happens in your life, you completely fall to pieces, you just give up. Seriously, your computer crashing is not a reason to start threatening to kill yourself. You act better than everyone else but you've got no accomplishments to speak of to back your words up. You can barely graduate from community college and yet you claim to be a genius. You're not impressing me by acting like a murderous, hyper-jealous psychopath. Threatening to kill that guy because he momentarily glanced at me from across the hall is not necessary. Pull your s**t together, I act like more of a man than you do. I'm so glad you dumped me because then I'd never have realized how bad you were for me and how I was about to throw away a great future for you. Stupid teenage hormones. That being said, at least you know how to treat a lady, but your niceness is bordering on Nice Guy Syndrome. I hate that you guilt-tripped and manipulated me into get sexually involved so early in the relationship when I had told you explicitly that I wasn't ready. I hate how you isolated me from my friends. The relationship was fantastic up until you left for college, then you became a complete self-entitled douche, and you pretty much admitted you faked through all the good parts. It's nice to know that all the magical moments we shared together were completely forced because you were "just bored" and "needed to be with somebody", absolutely lovely. I would say you are great at romancing a girl, but it was all fake anyway, apparently. Manipulative b*****d. LOL at you for trying to get back with me when you realized none of the college chicks would have you. Also, your new girlfriend is not as hot as me and she looks like an annoying attention whore, sorry.
Fifth Ex: You're a cute nerd. You're a nice guy, but you're about as mature as a ten year old. One little argument over trite s**t nobody remembers is not a reason to break up. This is why the relationship didn't work out. It's good to know that you realize this now. I am glad we are still friends, but just that, friends, and nothing more. Your new girlfriend is a very nice girl and I'm happy for you.
Sixth Ex: You are hot as hell, but your personality is non-existent. Shyness is cute the first couple of weeks, but after three months, no, I don't want to sit in your car for three hours in absolute silence. Also, I don't think you quite understand how French kissing works. I'm sure you're a nice guy, but you need to OPEN UP and TALK SOME MORE. My life is boring too but I still manage to hold a conversation! You turned me off of dating FOB Middle Eastern guys.
Seventh Ex: You're decent-looking, but it was a bad move to get that haircut. You sweat a lot...excessively...unnaturally so. Your accent is annoying. Your sister is a spoiled fat b***h. You're too damn lazy. It's not like you're dumb, you just don't want to try for anything. You could be going great places if you would simply pick your a** up off the couch and attended class once in awhile. You're a hypocrite. Yes, your d**k is small, but it's okay because you give great head. I liked your best friend more than I liked you. You know how to romance someone, but I think that, like with just about everything you do, you just crapped out halfway through because you got lazy. I wish we hadn't gotten sexual so early because it just made the whole relationship feel like one long dragged-out hookup, which is unfortunate because there were some genuinely romantic moments in there.
First hookup: Your dad is hot as s**t, I'd ******** him.