I'm so mad at you.

Mad isn't even a big enough word.

We used to be cool. We used to be friends. We were supposed to be friends for a long time.

And now, all I feel is inadequate. I feel like that dork from high school that no one wants to talk to, but will put up with because they feel like they have to.

That's where we ended up. Really? After EVERYTHING, that's where we ended up?

After all the late night drives.
After all the deep conversations and the crying.
After all the crazy deep sex.
After I gave you your first threesome.
After I gave you ANOTHER threesome.
After I fucked you in the ass and you fucked me like you meant it.
After I LIVED with you.
After we watched each other sleep.


After everything.

You're throwing it away.

Some fucking friend.

I HATE that I'm so upset about this. I really do. I feel like I should be indifferent or apathetic or ANYTHING but angry. Since you don't care, neither should I.

I want to scream at the top of my lungs. That's all I want. I just want to fucking scream.

I hate you.