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Pathetic

                                                   || P A T H E T I C ||

It was pathetical how she cried over me. She was sobbing uncontrollably and trying to convince herself that it was just a bad joke. I just sat there emotionless; watching as my sister’s best friend was tumbling down.

I didn’t love her.

She was too arrogant and snappy, making me follow her ridiculous rules. She always flipped her long-ass hair in my face –it was disgusting. She caked herself in makeup and wore miniskirts and showed too much cleavage.

She was disgusting.

And the fact that she cries over someone who she doesn’t love is even more disgusting. We don’t feel the same way; we never did.

They told me I’m a player. Plays with emotions, hearts, feelings: they thought I took everything as a little game.

But why would I do that; if that’s what the girl I loved did to me?

I don’t get  the supposed satisfaction of seeing someone cry. I just feel guilty and feel a pang of hurt in my chest. It just reminds me of the old days; when I was the one crying over her and tried to convince myself it wasn’t true.

There should be tags for each type of person. That girl crying on the floor would be a complete airhead and bitch –the stereotype- and the girl I loved would be a heartbreaker. And what would I be?

Pathetic human being.