(To whoever is reading this: If you think this is you, it’s not. Because the person this IS about, wouldn’t have the slightest thought to it being about them)
How can you not notice everyone? How is it that I could scream at the top of my lungs “I DON’T WANT TO HEAR IT!” and you still talk about it? How do you not have the slightest clue that if I walk into a room and say your name, everyone moans and says how horrible you are? Why did I not notice this before? You started it the second I met you and I was clueless. Every story you tell me, I’ve already heard ten times. I haven’t even known you for even a year. How do you not notice that I’ve never, ever said you were my best friend, and that whenever you say “We are best friends,” I flinch and don’t respond? That makes me sick. It took me years to realize that the girl I thought was my best friend, was really a heartless, bitch who doesn’t give a shit about anyone else. Now I finally find my best friend and she’s like the sister I’ve never had. What the hell makes you think you are worthy. The only reason you are clueless to all of this is because I am your only “friend.” And you have no idea. You don’t even know that I am writing this. You are really unlike anyone else I know. I wish I could just get rid of you. But then you’d have to go and ruin someone else’s life and rant on about how much you hate me and that guy who dated you as a joke and you still don’t even think that was the case. Stop judging everyone. And don’t tell me you don’t hate everyone. Because I’ve heard the story about twenty times about how you pretty much do hate the entire population. I can’t stand how much we don’t have in common. I have the biggest sense of humor you could ever imagine and you don’t even know the meaning of “funny.” Maybe you should move to where ever you were considering to go to. Maybe you’ll meet someone just like you. Maybe you’ll realize what you are doing to everyone and what you are doing to yourself. You really do need someone that will be able to knock some sense into you, and clearly, that is not me. This is the beginning of my goodbye. I really hope you start to drift away on your own.