You were never a friend, more like an overzealous acquaintance.
I don’t wish you the best, I wish you to fuck off and enjoy the hate that you have created.
If you are ever in need don’t call me, you don’t deserve my charity.
Drunken nights filled with mistakes, vomit stained carpets for me to have as takeaways. Your heels marching to the sound of the drunken versions of the songs you re-state.
You are a fucking puppet, your thoughts and opinions are determined by the way the wind blows today.
Loyalty to you is whoever will agree fastest with you.
If I was smart I would have looked at our friendship as a business investment to pursue. Buying up as much stock as I could in the tequila you consume.
I once felt sorry for you because I knew you didn’t know the woman who looked back at you. Now I know this is the only way it can be for you.
You blissfully choose ignorance, a coward with an agreeable smile. You do this so you can continue to hide from the monster you created on the inside.
Your words are empty and hollow, much like talking to an echo. A beautiful parrot you are, repeating back everything you are told to by your short tempered keeper.
Don’t ever make the mistake of ringing my number, once you burn a bridge you can’t go back the same way.
How dare you question the extent of friendship another is willing to face. There were times in my life where I was wishing and hoping that you might care and be there. Instead life was only about you.
Tears blazed down my eyes the day our friendship died, but with this little note. I lay it down forever as a complete joke, realizing and smiling, I have only happy tears now and I am of good cheer. I am not longer dealing with the judgmental pretender I used to fear.
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