Fuck you
That will be the first and hopefully last time I swear in this post. Writing this will hopefully not be about ranting or venting out my anger or any of that but for catharsis. For me to finally let go, something I’ve been wanting to do for so long but goddammit you still want to hold on.
And I dont know why. Why the hell you want to still be my ‘friend’ eventhough I so desperately want you out of my life. My life was fine before meeting you, it was still fine when I knew you, and it will be fine when we both go our seperate ways. So why, why do you still hold on to me?
Is it because you can tell me things you cant tel your supposed boyfriend? Well then, why the hell not? Why cant you tell him the things you tell me? So what, a boyfriend is just some tool for you to use to pleasure yourself but when there are problems and you need to bitch about something, whoopdeedoo here I am for you to use. But you know what, im fine with that. I guess there are some things you just want to keep from one another. I still remember the first night when we became good friends, you told me “i say different things to you then i say to him” why? Why keep up so many goddamn facades why wont you just be truthful to everyone instead of continuously faking everything.
Nice guys finish last. People like you are the reasons nice guys are disappearing. You turned down a perfectly good, nice, smart guy who took so much goddamn courage to as you out. And all this are your own words describing him. But you rejected him for god knows what stupid reason. And I dont even know the guy and I feel for him. But i still see you talking to him and practically using the poor soul. What the hell is wrong with you?
You talk about trust like its something that means alot to you. Seriously, dont make me laugh. You want to give me a lesson on trust. Ask my closest friends how important I see trust as, my stand on promises. And you still want to question whether me or my friend are trustworthy enough. Newsflash, if you tell everyone everything, then its not a secret anymore. Telling me “What’s said at this table, stays ath this table”. Okay. Fine. I didnt tell anyone anything. Everything you told me, your crush on someone, your feelings you had for another, your family problems every single thing you told me. Guess who else I told.
No one.
Talk to me about trust. Seriously? Every thing that you do is in your own self interets. You care about no one else but yourslef. Then you talk about god and your religious beliefs. I may not be a saint, but compared to you and your friends I think im safely going to heaven.
You ask my friends why I wont talk to you. Well what ill tell you is that i dont want to damage your friendship with your best friend or put it under unnecessary tension. Yea, you know your best friend who complained to you that i was “fucking annoying” and “irritating” and “noisy”. I didnt even want to know that my friend told me. Did I say anything, kick up a huge fuss, complain to anyone, or did I keep my mouth shut and all this to myself? If i can keep from shooting off my mouth to random people about every little thing that bothers me, why the hell cant you? If I can take these insults with0ut bitching and moaning to people for their sympathy and their help, dont complain about me not being “nice” or “manly” enough.
And to think we used to be the closest of friends. We talked, we joked, we went out to study and all. We had heart to hearts, you asked me for help, advice and i tried to the best of my limited abilities. Did you forget about all of that?
Yeah i know i might have said the wrong things sometimes. And against my better judgement I apologised to you but I knew things would never be the same.
When I told you I never wanted to be friends with you ever again, i was serious. I dont know maybe its because im rarely serious but yeah i really meant that. And you asked me why I had to make you choose. Truth is, it was because there was only ever really one right choice between the two. And guess which one you made?
Now when I look back at us, bittersweet. I miss what we had but to be honest, your ‘love’ is like a bus. I may miss you, but more will come.
You question me and all that I had done for you. Talking about how me coming into your life was a blessing but now that i have left maybe god used me as a warning for you. Yea, me leaving was indeed a warning. Get your act straight. Im not perfect, but god knows im better then you. And eventough you might miss me, I dont. Im surrounded by people I love and that love me and thats enough for me. I dont want to hang out with people like you just to be popular or high profile or cool. You can take all that and keep it, id rather hang out with good people, something I think you know nothing about.
You had 2 choices. And you chose the wrong one. The stupidly obvious wrong one. Thats what happened to us.
I miss us. But I hate you.
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