Seriously.

Leave me the fuck alone.  You were a bastard, check.  I didn’t deserve what you did to me, check.  You’re an asshole, check.  Got it.  I already knew all that.  What do you expect to get out of telling me again?  You were a bastard, so you’re going to keep being a bastard by bothering me more?  Honestly?  What the fuck?   

I’m sorry you are so stupid you won’t even look into why you keep having the same problems with relationships.  Won’t even admit that it’s a problem.  Even though you tell me that this has happened with every woman you’ve ever dated.  It’s not my problem anymore, jackass. 

And you’re not after me?  What the hell are you after, then?  Do you expect me to say it’s ok, I understand?  Do you expect me to help you with your problems?  I tried that, remember?  What did I get for it?  A whole lot of pain and heartache.  You are fucked up.  You will always be fucked up.  That’s not my fault, and it’s not my concern.  Unless you admit you have a problem, you’re doomed to repeat it over and over, and if you’re too blind to see that, even when it’s staring you right in the face?  Fuck you.  Fuck you.  Fuck you.  If you wanted me to hate you, you’re doing a damn good job.