Okay. Yep. I think I wanna slap you. We met when we were in middle school, and I really liked you. Like, REALLY liked you. But something was missing, and I couldn't place my finger on it. You drew me into your web like a spider, and I let you. All our friends were "weird", and it was okay, because we all liked each other anyway. We often made sex jokes, ranted about anime shows we were obsessed with, and created inside jokes. Then that day, you did something I will never be able to forgive you for. We played truth or dare, out after school, and there, you bit me. ON MY NECK. You had (and still have!) a fucking girlfriend, and you did this. You whispered things you shouldn't have to me. I felt my stomach in my throat, my face was hot and I felt like I was going to vomit. I had a girlfriend too. How could I let this happen? I couldn't help but think that.
I came back to school in the fall, seeing my real friend, who was just as mad at him as me, protected me. With him, I really did feel safer around that Traitor. There wasn't any romance between us, but there was some sort of kindred spirit type of energy. I decided, You wouldn't get me again. I won't let you get in my head. I asked him (ill cal the true friend kindred here), to help me. Kindred was done with the Traitor, "He has a girlfriend, and he is flirting with girls, and being just, creepy. I'm done too." Sadly, I walked into my next class, just to see the Traitor there, and he smiled that disgusting snake smile. I sat down, and gave him a nod, acknowledging his existence.
"What's wrong, you look upset."
"I'm not." I just want you to leave me alone, that's all. I left as soon as the bell rung.
Now you finally left me alone. But not because I told you. Because, your done with "My shit". Ha, you're the one who gave me some of my fucking problems, you have no fucking idea. You didn't have the audacity to even tell me through text, you fucking coward. The reason I didn't tell you that I didn't want to be around you anymore was because I was afraid of you. I'm done with you, you're dead to me, and I almost fucking hate you. But I promised my dad, before he died, that I would never hate anyone.
But I really wanna fucking hate you.
