'Hey, so, I don't know when you're going to see this letter,
but I guess I should write it anyway. I can't stand this anymore.
I don't know what happened, or how it did, but you won't even
tell me why. I'm so sick of all of this. Why do you have to be so
difficult? Why are you so self-centered? Don't I have feelings too?
Maybe I just don't understand you like I thought I did.
But I suppose you don't understand me either.
What's with all this rubbish? Telling me to shut up and
then walking away like it's all my fault?
Then are we not friends anymore? No, right?
So yeah, I guess this is it, since you probably don't give
a damn about our many wasted years of friendship.
If you're mad or anything, I don't care anymore.
Since you don't either.
I'm done with this.
Sessh.
Sayonara, my ex-best friend.'
My whole world just came crashing down.
I felt my heart racing and my head spinning.
I reread the letter again and again and again, trying to find a loophole in any of this. Trying to find a mistake. A hidden meaning. Something!
Nothing. Nothing but the plain truth.
No...
I pushed the keyboard off my desk and stood up from my chair, not caring about the mess I was making.
No, no, NO!
This is not happening... what is she thinking?
What the fuck is she thinking?!
I slammed a fist against my desk, unable to take it all in.
That wasn't how I felt at all! Who was she to put words into my mouth?
Who the fuck does she think she is? Coming up with all this crap to justify herself?
"Damn it!" I cursed, staring at the words and they stared right back at me, jabbing at my heart, at my head with sharp points, trying to cause me more damage than I already had.
She didn't care. She really didn't care. And she thought I was the same as her? She thinks I didn't care, too? I did care. I did so fucking care. I cared too much.
It's not fair.
It's just not.
Fuck it. Fuck it all.
I gritted my teeth and rubbed my bleary eyes, trying to hold myself together.
I won't break down. I won't cry because of what she said.
Forget it.
I don't care anymore.
Fuck everything we had. It's just worthless beyond anything, now. I've enough of this shit.
She made my decisions for me.
I'll let her think what she likes.
I'll let her be satisfied.
I'll let her be happy.
That's what I do best, anyway right?
And that's what she wants in order to be happy, right?!
Then, I'm walking away too.
I'm done with this too.
