Just so you know I didn't always hate you. Even though they all did, I didn't. I didn't always think you were sociopathic. I didn't always think you were manipulative and a pathological liar. I didn't always think you were an attention seeking drama queen.
And it's your fault I think that now.
Just so you know, you're really good at lying. Or maybe you aren't. But you're really good at lying when there's a screen between us. Were there ever marks or bruises? No. Did that stop me from believing you? No.
You took advantage of my need to help. You knew that I couldn't pass by somebody in pain. You knew I was naive. You knew I would give you the validation that someone cares. And deep down I tried to be cautious, just knowing you and everything. But I failed.
No one would lie about being abused, right? Wrong. No one would lie about being gay, right? Wrong.
When we found out she felt terrible. You pushed my friend to an anxiety attack from guilt she didn't deserve. In that moment all I was was angry. Call it holding a grudge, call me bitter, go on and do whatever you need to do to sleep at night.
But I genuinely trusted you, and despite the fact that I hate myself for it, I hate you too.
I'm done sugarcoating:
You are a terrible person.
And don't bother trying to say you're sorry. Cause I know that's a lie too.
