I wonder, why do you enjoy making me miserable? I just can’t understand it. We used to be friends. It all seems so far away now.
And you’re either the strangest or stupidest person I’ve ever met. You claim to not know what you do to me and that you’ve never upset me or picked on me. Any idiot surely knows that calling someone hurtful names, undermining everything they say, making them feel worse when they’re already upset, making them cry, are all bad things to do.
How can you claim to have no idea, seriously?
Why do you like making me feel this way? You know that I have depression, why make me feel worse everyday? I’ve reached a point where I don’t know how to cope anymore, the stress and anxiety of everyday is just unbearable. I can’t relax anymore, I can’t feel happy anymore. I don’t know where to go from here. The fact that you enjoy this is just so sick and twisted.
And you can stop trying to push me out of the group, I have every right to be there, much more so than you. You may have fooled some people with your lies but I hope one day everyone sees you for the malicious bastard you really are.
Oh and you can tell whoever you like that I’m ‘lying’ and ‘looking for attention’ but we both know the truth here, and one day it’s going to come back to you.