You tell me you want me to forget you, but you show up and prance around like the f**king poster boy of kindness.
How the hell am I supposed to feel about that?
And
it's not even that I'm still bitter about the past, because — trust me — there's
nothing left for you here, and today was just proof of that.
It's
just you.
Every
time I see you, it happens.
You
are the epitome of bad memories.
That
visage of yours. That awkward posture. That awful voice. That calmness. That
arrogance. All of it.
IT
MAKES ME SICK.
I
don't even know why I should pretend to care when I truly, from the bottom of
my a-hole, do not give a crap about you and your boring little life. Are we in
a f**king acting workshop now? Because I didn't know I had to go through
that.
I'm
sorry if I can't laugh at your jokes like we're the best of friends
again.
I'm
sorry if I can't seem to trust you with details on what's been up with my life
since — oh, I don't know... um, ever since you f**king ruined it!
You
don't get that from me now, or ever.
And you don't get to protect me from my weaknesses any more than you have the right
to speak to me like the angel everyone thinks you are.
You
don't get to be concerned. You don't get to be considerate.
I
can handle it on my own, and I don't need you.
Gawd.
Just because you're the only person on the planet who knows of the gravity of the problem
doesn't mean it's yours to protect me from. I am perfectly capable of solving
problems, as I have done with you — without you.
Don't
act as if nothing happened and as if you're still a part of my life, because
whatever it is that you've become, I do not give a sh*t anymore.
Gone
are the days of my blind faith for what I felt for you.
You
don't deserve it.
I'M DONE WITH YOU.
"It's something unpredictable, but in the end it's right. I hope you had the
time of your life." ;)
