godshatemachine

This is to you.

I hate you. No matter how hard I try to be your friend, something about you just pisses me off. I don't know what. But at this point, I don't see a point in trying to be anything with you, when you can't fucking figure a damn thing out. You're a whore. You're afraid of being alone so you go out and find any guy you can just to avoid being alone. And you can't own up to anything. Whats the point of being friends if we both have to be careful of what we say to each other, constantly. There isn't a point. I had a fine life before I meet you and I've no problem to going back to that life. Forgetting you would do me only good. I hate you. I fucking hate everything about you now. You lie out of fear. You never strive for anything more for yourself. You always think about how things won't work out instead of fucking trying to make a difference, in your life and in the life of others. You want to feel loved because you are fully incapable of loving yourself.

I hope you die a miserable death. And I hope I'm there to see it all happen. You deserve nothing better.