Did you just fucking block me from your twitter?!
Did you just fucking do that?
How dare you?
If there’s anyone who should block who. It should be me blocking you.
You are the one who hurt me.
I was always there for you and you never there. So I decided to be honest and let you know.
And so did it hurt when you found out that you aren’t a great person as you thought you were and you weren’t that great a friend.
But that is the truth.
I was here for you for so long. I listened to your crap. I cared for you. I stood up for your rights. I helped you fight.
And this is how you treat me.
You never showed up for me. You said that I should have told you, because if you didn’t know how could you be there. Well, you could be there without me saying. You could try calling me more. You could just let me know that no matter what happens, you had my back.
But you didn’t. Hell, you never had my back. You are the one shooting me from the back.
You mock me.
So one day, I decided to liberate myself and let you know how I feel, this is what I get.
What? Did the words I say graze you because they were the painful truth?
I know I said that I’m done with you.
But it’s not that easy for me.
Because a small part of me don’t like giving up on people, don’t like tossing people aside even though they are crap. Because I believe that no one is crap. I believe that I can help you.
Plus, there’s a huge history between us. You are the person who knew me the longest.
But a huge part of me knows that this is a waste of time and I’m done because I’m just so fucking tired. You take up a lot of my energy. You take up a lot of my time.
And I want to be happy. But if I have you, I will never be happy.
I was glad when I said my piece because it gave me relief. And I’m just glad that finally, you knew how I felt.
I was trying to slowly move on but I must admit that it’s hard. Some days, I still get mad because I am angry that I let you in my life, made you important and let you cut me down from within.
I am mad that you could do that and I am mad that I let you do that to me.
Some days, I get so mad that I wanna scream.
But I try to move on.
Because as terrible as you are, I found other friends who cared about me and that always make me tear up when they show me that they care.
And it hurts that you don’t.
I used to observe your twitter to see how you are doing.
Are you well? Well, you looked well.
And I asked myself, how do you make it so easy to just move on?
Obviously, I confronted you and you were hurt. But you just move on without me. Which is good.
But how do you just make it easy to move on?
Because I find it difficult. But I try.
And then, it made me ask, what was I to you? Was I so dispensable? Was I completely unimportant?
Oh wait, I forgot. You are the most important person in your life and you never gave a damn about anyone else but yourself.
But now, you block me from your twitter. It makes me super mad because you don’t have the right to block me. Because I was not a nuisance in your life. If anything, I was always there for you.
And I didn’t even mock you in my twitter.
But I know what this means. This obviously mean that we are done. As friends. As best friends. As childhood friends.
I get it. And I’m fine with that.
I knew I would lose you when I confronted but I never knew that it would be so…fast and extreme. I expected us to just drift apart.
But you are just throwing me out.
Ok. Fine by me. That’s just who you are anyway.
But if you say that you are blocking me because I’m distracting you from your studies. Because we fought and I remind you of bad memories or what not.
I know that’s bullshit. Because your last tweet, before you blocked me. You were at the beach, wearing a fucking bikini.
You have an exam in a month time. And you are on a beach. Well, good luck in your exams. Because as far as I am concerned, you are definitely going to fucking suck at it.
People with exams, study. Not go on a fucking holiday at the fucking beach. Who studies in a beach?! I never study at a beach. How do you study at the beach with the sea facing you?!
So it serves you right if you fail your fucking exam.
So it serves you right that your parents don’t want to pay for your further education.
So it serves you right that there is no scholarships available for people like you.
So it serves you right that you are lonely with no friends.
So it serves you right if life give you shit.
So it serves you right when everything goes to pieces.
And trust me, next time you break, I won’t be there. So you’ll have to survive on your own.
Everything you have right now, you deserve it. It’s because you made your bed and now, you have to fucking lie on it.
What you did to me. What you did to Leanne.
The universe will pay it back to you in ten folds.
Karma will come and you will pay.
So right now, it won’t be me that will smack you in the face.
But one day, you will get your just desserts.
And I will be all the way over here, laughing.