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Y'know when you just need to rant?
Yeah. I'm going to do that.
The truth is, I'm human. When people make me angry, I get angry.
Unlike most people, I calm down within a matter a matter of seconds. However, when it's a repeat offence, and I keep letting the person off the hook, I begin to develop that feeling that I said I never would.
What's the word I'm looking for? Oh, yes.
Hate.
And I think it's time for me to bestow that word upon a person who I shall never forgive. I think it's time I placed that word where it needs to go.
I'm going to put it on the one girl who has ever crossed me more than once.
Two years, I dealt with her. Two years.
And now she's acting as if nothing's happened.
Do you know what she said to me the other day? I was talking to my friend about some life troubles and she comes up to me and says, "Parents again, Jas?"
Really, honey? Really?
What the hell do you know about me that justifies that inquiry? What in the hell have you ever done for me that gives you the right to even look in my direction? Do you think I've forgotten all the things you've done? All the things you said?
The people you hurt?
Oh, no no no, don't worry about me. I got out irritated, but unscathed. It's going to take a lot more than that before you hurt me.
Don't you ever act like you know me. Don't you ever act as if we were friends.
And don't you dare try to be friends with me now. I don't want to be friends with you. I don't want to see you. I don't want to talk to you. I don't want to talk to your stupid little friends. I don't care that you hurt yourself doing whatever you do. I don't care if some guy breaks your shriveled little heart. I don't care about you. I don't care about you.
I hate you.
I hate you, you sadistic little tramp. I hate everything about you. I hate the way you talk to people. I hate the way you treat people. I hate the way you act as if you've been victimized. I hate the way you try to wiggle in with the people you've wronged over and over again.
I hate you. God, I hate you.
But you know what I hate the most about you?
I hate it when you try and fool me into thinking that you're genuinely trying to change your ways.
Goddamnit. You subjected me to two years of your childish, sniveling, immature whining.
And now you have the audacity to even say "hi" to me?
Do you have a death wish?
It seems that way.
Oh, and in case you didn't get it, I really do hate you.
No hard feelings?
Oh, and while we're on the subject of conniving little girls, let me address yet another one.
It takes a lot for me to hate a person.
Thank your lucky stars that you're not on that list.
But oh, how I despise your habits. You have the tendency to do something I like to call 'window-shopping'.
You see a guy. You want the guy. You get the guy.
Then you destroy everything. You decimate the foundation you built. Like Godzilla, you walk around aimlessly, knocking things over left and right, turn around and destroy the rest with a swish of you tail, and then wonder why everything is in such ruin.
You also currently have one of my friends in your gargantuan claws.
I really wish I didn't have to do this. But hey. I do.
You've had him in your grasp twice. The first time, you burned that to the ground.
And this time, the second time, you tried to burn it again, but you used me as the match.
I wasn't going to let that happen.
So, I told him the truth. I told him something.
I won't say it, don't worry. You know what it is.
In fact, the reason I told him wasn't out of spite, originally. I was worried about you, and I was trying to figure what could have put you in the foul mood you've been in.
So, I told him about a rather... stupid escapade you went on, thinking that this might be one the reasons.
As we discussed it, I began to realise what a foolish thing you'd done.
I lost all pity.
And then, he tells me what you went and said about me.
I had an iota of faith in you, y'know that?
And with a swish of your ginormous Godzilla tail, you knocked it down. You knocked it out.
So, I'm going to knock you out.
Say good night.
Wow, I feel better. ♥
 chai high · Wed Apr 07, 2010 @ 12:03am · 6 Comments |
