that you’re right. I don’t care about you, what you say, what you have to say, who you are. You’re dead to me, really, you are. I don’t want to be friends, never will I want to ever again. What you did is irreversible and completely out of line. I cannot wait till all three of us can sit back and watch what you built up to be something great and amazing, fall. And when you come crawling back to us, we won’t be there. I won’t be there. It makes me so angry everytime I see you, because I see how disrespectful you are to her. She’s still polite and puts up with your SHIT when she shouldn’t have to, at all. She doesn’t deserve you even trying to talk to her, she only deserves the best, and you are without a doubt, not what’s best for her. She means so much to me, she’s everything a best friend could ask for and more. And you treated her like shit, and for that, I hate you with all my being, with every cell in my god damn body, I hate you.
Phew, feels so DAMN good to get that out! :)
