Friday

Have I told you this, best friend?

First of all, this is my blog.
If you're bothered with my words, you can leave anytime you want.


NA AH.

We met today. After these 3 years, or 4. Know what, bitch, you are still the same jerk I have ever came to know. Another fake smile, huh? CONGRATULATION!
You always successfully cheat everybody. NOT ME.

I used to know you. Guess what? I was wrong. Too wrong that I was likely blind. You act like a daddy's little girl who makes everyone see that you're good at all. Well, know what does 'at all' mean? It's all about bullshit you throw upon your face. Notice, I'm enough with this whole stupid things called: "I'm your forever friend though you don't mind too," or "I don't deserve being your friend because blablabla...," wait wait,
WHO THE HELL ARE YOU HAH?

So, I'm done with you. One thing you should have realized after you broke this friendship. It's you, remember? It's you, not me. It's you who made everyone believe that I'm the only one to blame. It's you who made everyone look that pity of you, being a victim of a bad girl like me. Repeat, IT'S YOU. And now, what else I could do for you? Back again like nothing has happened before? Alright then, I think you're smart enough to understand this so,
DO NOT ACT LIKE WE HAVE EVER KNOWN EACH OTHER. DO NOT, EVER, EVEN ONCE AGAIN.

If killing wasn't a sin, you're the very first one I would pleasurely kill. You know, it even sounds like hell is calling when I hear you spelled my name. Ew.

FUCK YOU ASSHOLE.