For once, I’m fed up.
Fed up of you making my life an even bigger drama-fest. I’m entirely sick of all the pretence, the gossips and your back-stabbing words.
You’re toxic. You lured my friends away from me. The bonds have broken enough to become irreparable. And I never got them back. As I look back, I can never stop thinking how stupid I’ve been. Giving you chances you didn’t deserve. Thinking, for once, you’ll change. But now, on the whole, it looks as though you stepped in to ruin me.
Don’t ever underestimate me. I know more than I say, think more than I speak and I notice more than you realize. I can see through you, and a lot more people too.
Just because I kept to myself, stayed calm while you did all your mess, it doesn’t mean I’m stupid. I just chose not to stoop as low as you did. I would in NO way make myself similar to you.
You thought you could make things right by spitting more of your poisonous lies. I saw right through it. I knew you wouldn’t ever accept your mistakes. I didn’t want to make things awkward. I decided to forget everything and give you another chance, despite all the RumOurs you spread. But you never changed.
You thought you could rip me further. But I’m stronger. I just realised some people do not deserve another chance. I don’t hate you. Know why? You’re nobody to me. I’ve forgotten you. I don’t grit my teeth anymore, whenever you put up your usual, entirely-fake, worthless, dumb, lame, stupid drama which you think is very very cool. It makes me sick by the way.
Things became better when I started to stand up. It took efforts to get it into your dumb head, not to try fooling me anymore. Well, I’m happy now. And it doesn’t make me feel bad, to see you fooling yourself. Hey! You throw your shit on MY friends and thought they would give worlds for you?
You think you know how to play it. Ha! But I can assure you this. You don’t.
Stalking my life won’t change what’s missing in yours.
Talking crap won’t get you any closer to what you want. Calling people fat won’t make you any skinnier. Calling them ugly doesn’t make you any prettier. Causing problems for my future won’t solve or change you past.
And ruining people’s life definitely won’t make you any happier.
Sorry, but find a new direction. This is my life. You think the games have begun.
Well, I’ve already won.
Ha! It looks as though someone wrote it just for you. Happy Horrors! ❤