You said I deserved better but turned around and took a hold of the closest person I knew and took her away. Why was I always worried, always caring for you for years? Only to get stabbed in the back. It’s just a joke. I guess being kind makes you weak. I guess I wasn’t for you. You destroyed me. I lost my identity because of you. I almost lost my will to live.
I think you resume I will be friends with you still. But I’m not. This is why I give nasty remarks. Why you aren’t attractive at all. Just plain ugly. I’m only nice to keep the balance. Just because you took her away, doesn’t mean I have to lose her too. You are just dead to me. Nothing can change that.










