You. You are a terrible excuse for a human being. Am I being harsh? Absolutely. Do you deserve it? Absolutely. For about a year I spent my time being depressed, missing you, missing our friendship. You know, the friendship that you really didn’t care about unless you were in complete control of it? Yeah, that one.
After my family and REAL friends repeatedly told me that I needed to give up, our friendship was over. And even if it was salvageable, you needed to do the saving, you were the one who said extremely and deeply hurtful things to me. I don’t mean to sound so victimized, but let’s be honest, I was.
Well then something magical happened, I stopped caring. Granted, I’d been saying I stopped caring a long time ago, but only I knew when I really did. That happened a few months ago, when I hit my breaking point. Something that helped me? The quote, “When you start missing someone who you shouldn’t be missing, think of all the things they’ve done to hurt you. Then you won’t be missing them so much.” That’s what I did, and what I still do.
Yes, I have my days where I miss us. Those days happen when I sit and look at old pictures of us. It doesn’t happen often, but when it does I quickly try to remember the things you’ve done.
I’m so proud of myself that I’ve cut you out of my life. You’re such a terrible person in so many ways, and some of the things you’ve done to me AND to my best friend are unthinkable. Truthfully? I never want to see you again.
I know my best friend has forgave you, she doesn’t think you taking advantage of her was a big deal, well I do. I can’t even imagine how many other girls you’ve taken advantage of. Every time I see on your FaceBook that you’re hanging out with a girl or dating a new girl, I almost want to pray for her. I know what you’re capable of, and you’re an asshole.
You are the epitome of a chauvinistic scum bag. You just recently quit taking classes at college, and I’m glad. Just a bigger possibility of you resulting to nothing in life. What an idiot you are.
Anyways, this all just came to me in my sociology class while we talked about gender roles. This was the only place I could think of to get all my feelings out.