Emotional Torture.

Through.

Getting up to see you and your fake friends is a chore, putting up with the silent insults and the subtle hints is nothing but a non-worthy burden.

Is it you? Are you the one giving them the green light to step on my self esteem in a way so heartless I question if they're human or pretty devils dressed in fancy outfits and expensive taste.

Or are you just really that naïve? So kind-hearted you only see the best in people who are clearly inhumanly insane.

If I confront you- you won't be convinced, right? And if I scream out how I feel in the middle of this fake prestigious cafè then I'll be painted as the bad guy here.

I don't want to put up with them anymore.