sincerely

onze

detonation

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we collectively think we can conquer the world, but really, we're microscopic.

we think we can do anything, but i've started to think about how limited we really are.

you've always thought we were inseparable, but i'm waiting desperately for a moment to slip away.

you have no idea how little you truly mean to me, yet you have a twisted complex that i'd give anything for you.

i'd sooner give up my life than give you one too many seconds of attention.

send me to hell! i suppose after saying all this, you'd have several recollections of what we said to make you so upset.

we know you'd never do what you said you would. you're a damn liar.

you lied to us, you degraded us and made us feel like we've done everything under the sun that could have been done to hurt you, when in reality, you walked away without a scratch.

sometimes i truly wonder how you could do that, how you could possibly feel so prone to making us feel vulnerable and worthless.

we brought ourselves down constantly because of what we thought we did, but upon discovering how you truly felt, we realized we had done nothing and that you were but a wolf in sheep's clothing in a sick attempt to bring us down.

you tried so hard to portray us as the bad friends, when all you did was degrade us and tear us apart for doing nothing to you.

all you did bring down the people around you, trying to paint them as butcherers of a sweet friendship you may have once had with them.

we meant nothing to you, i'd think. an exaggeration, quite possibly, but a close call to what happened.

we only seemed to annihilate our friendship with you because you were atomic, and we feared radioactivity that came from your countless explosions.

of course, we couldn't possibly be the only victims here, anybody could tell, but it's obvious you aren't much of a victim in this situation.

you surrounded yourself with new friends as soon as you noticed us all slipping away, and despite being happy, you took us down.

for what? for making us feel bad about what we said? you knew we felt bad the minute we said it, yet you'd sooner make us the terrorist than own up to being a bad friend?

normally, i can't say i'd be this infuriated about something so far in the past, but reading what you said from when all this happened really put a damper in my evening and i couldn't even be brought to focus on a simple conversation without dwelling on all that you had said.

and why not say that to our faces? to hers? you really don't realize how much that effected the both of us, despite the months that've gone by.

i'm not one to hold grudges. neither are you. but the both of us still drag this out as if it were just last week.

you bring it up constantly, and now i fear i won't be able to hear about it without thinking of this exact moment, without thinking about how you claimed to have felt.

all you said, i'm afraid, was nothing but a lie in the form of a ticking bomb, waiting so impatiently to detonate right in front of us.

i'm sorry you haven't been able to recover, despite not being badly injured in the first place. i'm sorry you can't seem to go a day without being the melodramatic pest you truly are.