Exie

So you rather give me reasons not to trust you.
So you rather give me reasons to hate the very existence of who you are.
So you rather let me have a reason to cut you out of my life.
You gave me the reason to make you dead to me.


I don’t really know what to say anymore, or how to act, or what to do when it comes to be around him. All he does is sit there and seem nonchalant with the world around him or hating it all together. You could say he is a pretty good actor with how he portraits himself, but I know now. I know that my best friend was nothing really then a boy who wanted to hate the world using everything as a crutch to make him feel better.

You said I was selfish. I will remember that; as a blind man you could never see the deeds I have done. Instead you festered on the bad and rolled in the dung of your lies becoming this foul smelling human with all the waste of things you say. I can’t tell you even how angry I am, and how much I bled from that wound you planted in my heart. You were and are a “scumbag”, a changed person I defended from the world. A liar wearing the mask of a honest good natured man.

I hope you never come back to me. I hope you never try to put on that little smile and fake voice- you deceitful excuse for a human being. You are someone designed for me not to trust, and accepting you into my life would only cause more problems rather than good. You will want me to save you from the edge, but I won’t. I think this time I will let you fall. I won’t even look twice. Because, how could I cry for someone who was so rude and heartless towards me and lied to my face all the time.

I have something to prove, and I have something to fix to myself and to you. I am not a heartless ignoring thing. I can take time out to be with people, and I will prove it when school comes next year to everyone but you. I won’t let you come to me asking for friendship or tying to weigh your intelligence on me. I may not be extremely intelligent, I do not know all those fun facts, but I know what I should and it somehow turns right.

“She is childish.” So I am childish…? I don’t know how many times you will act like a child to be annoying and hurt someone on purpose. Everything about you makes me mad! I just despise you now and I hope you perish. I hope you disappear! I hope I never see you again. No, I don’t hope you die. I just hope you will never come for my friendship again. All you are is a condescending little man who is filled with hypocrisy and contradictions.

We will never be friends again.