Somehow, it feels like it’s the absolute worst betrayal when it comes from someone you thought was a friend.
But the truth is…you’ve done all the hurting. You’ve done all the reprimanding. You’ve done all the disappointing. You dirty, dirty, scum bag. Insensitivity is your middle name. Had you not been so insensitive, would you cheat on your girlfriend as readily and as comfortably as you do? Would you? Anger runs so thick through my veins. So much so that my entire essence is stripped of the desire to show you any kindness, care, or concern.
It’s done. “Enough is enough….”
You think, as always, that somehow, we can salvage this. That we’ll be “here” again. With Ol’ Faithful. Right? You always do. And it happens that way, doesn’t it? Waves crash, tides run high, paths run different courses and some way, somehow…the round and round game we play leads our paths to cross yet again.
This time, it’s different. This time, the disgust is real. This time, it’s not pain. This time, it’s utter betrayal, the kind that seeps deep into my being. No questions asked. As always, no answers provided. But this, my friend, is the last time you’ll be breaking my heart….
The very last.
I’ve watched you…FOR YEARS…through eyes of love, through eyes of admiration, through eyes of respect…only to find that you are a despicable, no-good, ungrateful, pathetic little twerp. With friends who *fail* to satisfy. With a girlfriend who obviously falls short of what you innately desire. With a career, as off-path and underwhelming as your wretched little heart. You are sad. Because as much as these words drip from my lips…as much as I wish I could lay them on you…thick and heavy…coat you with them…paint you with them…implant you with them…
I’ve lost the desire.
How cold-hearted have I been? How out of character? How careless? How short in terms of chatter? How insentient in terms of concern? How stoic in terms of expression?
…how veryyy OUT of character. Huh?
Get used to it. Your days of favor are over.
Your insensitivity sparks crudeness, vindictiveness, and HATE in my heart. But alas, revenge is not mine. Never can be. You will learn your lesson in such a way, such a method, with such intensity and creativity…that even I will shudder to witness it. This, I know.
Someday, your days of desperation will peak. Someday, someone will build you up to an explosion, then drop you like the piece of trash that you are. And it won’t be undeserved as I can’t help but ask: What kind of twisted, heartless, selfish human being are you? Acting like a saint…who do you try to fool? Your politeness…it’s a sham. You came to me, complained that you were lazy and being unproductive. You played on my sympathies, telling me you were lonely…telling me you were depressed. Why? So you could abuse my potential?