You were a mistake. You were a complete waste of time. I thought I've been successful in avoiding you, but you always come back. I hate you, you fucking user. I wish you had never appeared in my life. And I never thought I could hate you, but look what you've done. I despise you. If you died, it would not affect me at all.

Go die with your wounds, and your infatuated heart. I like standing there watching you destroy yourself.

I don't know, maybe I'm too forgiving. I've always waited for the day I could say 'no' to you. Hah, I'd love to see your face; so what are you going to do? Rape me? Kill me? Hate me? FYI, I don't mind you hating me at all. It's always been that way. This on and off friendship, the continuous power struggles, the fights. You were a broken person trying to fix someone else.

Let me tell you something- You have never been strong. You have never recovered. You are dead. You are so cold that it hurts for me to sit there and tolerate your fucking abuses. You are so fucking cold. I don't think you will ever change. How many times have to told me you've changed, as if it's such a HOOHAA and the halo is hovering over your horns and the angels behind you playing trumpets? Yeah, if I remember, loads of times. And I can't believe I made myself believe you. Perhaps I pitied you and thought you deserved another chance. I thought I could make you better. I thought I could fix you.

Behind that black hardened face, you're just a small child in a dark room. So fragile. Oh how I wish I could break you. You built this wall of shit around you so you could live. So you could dominate and kill people and throw them around like shit. You don't want to be fixed. You don't even try. I wish you can never be fixed and die a cold lonely fucking wanker.

I want you out of my life. Don't come back to hurt me again. I've had enough from this bullshit 'friendship'. You have been an absolute waste of time. I can't stand seeing you all wussy and fucked up. You're so needy. You're full of lust and sex and cum. You're made up of cum, that's all. Inside there, you're empty and hollow.

Just know that you've haven't been successful in whatever you had hoped to acheive when you decided to befriend me. You liked broken girls. Everywhere there was someone broken, you wanted to scotchtape them together. You have that superhero syndrome, the superhero addiction. Well you know what? It didn't work. Everything you said to me was drilled into my head. 'An insignificant fuck' and blah blah, they've worked their way to kill me. Thank you, thank you. I sometimes wished I could die by the pain of it. But now I don't. I want to show you I can be so much better than you. I don't want to hold your hand. I don't want you.

I want you down there, crying like an insignificant fuck. You deserve it. You never did anything good.

No. I never liked you. If I compared the good and bad 'memories', the bad wins hands down. You lose. You're not my friend anymore. Never was, anyway.

I think I sorta liked you, that's all.

Fucking user.