I’m not sure how to go on about this subject of matter with my usual approach. I thought of actually writing this on a piece of paper and then burn it. But this is the truth, and it ain’t going nowhere. No matter how much I try to get rid of it, it’s going to last forevermore. This feeling right at this moment that I have for you is one of ultimate passionate. I can say with all honesty that I’ve never felt this strongly about anyone else before.
Let’s not make it complicated.
I simply hate you.
I’ve never hated anyone in my life until you’ve betrayed me. You sly little entertainer. You act like everyone’s your precious friend. You say what people want to hear. Some people can see through your facade, and unfortunately some can’t. I wish I was one of the lucky ones who can see through you. I was completely fooled. I thought you were like my big brother. But it was all just a lie. You pretended to be my friend to keep me close to you. You make me sick. Why do you want to keep me if you think I’m a “bitch” and an “asshole”? When you’re mature enough to express your thoughts without being vulgar and unoriginal, maybe then I’ll consider listening to your explanations.
You only dislike me because our “relationship” didn’t work out. Well, first off, we went on one date. That’s not a relationship. That’s a date. If you weren’t over me, why did you tell me that you were? I gave you a chance and offered my friendship. What did you give me? You gave me hatred. I wish I never met you. I can’t believe I wasted 18 months on you.
All of those times I stay up to listen to your “problems”. All of your problems were about you getting into some girl’s pants. The worst part is that you will take any random girl from school. Well, news flash, wait til college. All the girls at our school already know that you just want some attention and not a “legitimate relationship”. When someone wants to form a strong romantic relationship they don’t go chasing all the girls that are available. Love comes to those who deserve it. You don’t.
My only regret in life is that I chose you over a teddy bear. I chose a useless broken music box over a nice comforting teddy bear.
Have a nice life.
I hope you get what you deserve.