When Promises Break.

The Cycle of Us.

Cry, cry, and cry-you never stop. It continues into an endless cycle, a vicious one at that.

You might say that you won't cry. You say that you will stop, but do you ever? Nope, you don't. It's not that you don't want to, but it's just that you cannot physically stop.

People are bound to change, no matter how many promises you make. You are going to change. Promises to some are not enough. They are invalid, stupid, childish even. But you know, I always thought that maybe we had something. Something that would keep us bound together. We were so similar that we basically were each other in different fonts. But then again, I should've realised that our time together would soon come to an end. I should've realised that when you were spilling the beans, when you were talking to him, when you were putting me up for him. Oh! Only if I wasn't that stupid! But guess what? I was.

I could've at least left when you decided to play games, but again, I didn't. I thought that it really was for the game, that you'd come back around. But of course, you never did.
I realised that it was all gone for good. When I realised how much you've changed. The Science Lab moment? I don't think I'll forget that.

Oh, and you are bad at roasting people, and oh! You. Are. Dumb.
Admit it!
The way you act. Ew, it's like a whole new person.

So, you crave her validation now? Why? 

She hates me because of him, and really? The only way to get back at me was to steal you? Yeah, sure, but you know what? You forgot that you always said that you hated her, and the way you bitched about her? If I could go back in time and tell you about the things that you, yourself did, you'd laugh at me, but maybe it was your plan after all. To get us both, and then leave one for the other.

But that's unlikely. We laughed together. We cried together. How could you do that?

It's simple: we grew apart. 

Do I blame it on you? Yes, a little bit. I mean, how could I not?
Weren't you the one who ignored me? A Second choice, that's what I was to you.

And I absolutely hate you for that. I mean, "bestie"? Didn't you say that? That's what you said we were, right? But no one, in their right mind, would have their bestie as a second option. Why would you do that? You were "it" for me. We made future best friends' goals. I should've noticed you always said "if." But the way you acted with me? That felt real. Almost too real to be fake. And no, I cannot make all this up.

You literally cried when we fought. You cried when we didn't talk for a few days. And now you can go months with no contact? Woah! And they say people don't change.

I mean, I say it: I used to love you. I used to be kinda jealous of you, but now all I can do is hate you. Hate the way you are now. That's not you. Oh! Never mind, that's obviously not my place to say, but I mean it. It's not the person I knew.

But now, since I can't change it, nor can I do anything about it, I wish you all the best.
Do well, and please learn to treat people that love you with care and respect. Please use the correct words and yeah, learn to humble yourself; the world doesn't revolve around you.