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8/1/2025, 4:02:18 PM
You have no idea just how much fucking anger, no, not anger, genuine, boiling HATRED I harbor towards you.
Where were you, when walking for more than 10 minutes would exhaust me for an entire day? Where were you, when was without a single soul to spend time with, when I had no one to talk to and just desperately wished for some human contact? Where were you when I hit rock bottom, when I had lost everything and my horizon was pitch black, without a silver lining to be seen anywhere? You were NOWHERE to be seen.
For years you just forgot I existed, spent time with people who were less 'annoying' (as you dubbed my formerly decrepit state: annoying) than me. And now that I'm better, you love me; now that I'm funny and entertaining again, you tell me how happy you are that I'm part of your social circle; you shower me with so much praise, sometimes, I think you're one step away from writing me love letters.
But that's not the best part, the best part was, when I was finally getting better, you told me that you were so glad I recovered because now you no longer had to juggle between me and your other friends. You dishonest fuck, you NEVER EVER chose me over ANYONE!
And you keep. fucking. me. over.
You're actively making me life worse without even trying, it's like fate itself wants me to dislike you. It's the little things, like having dogshit political opinions you keep annoying me with, or torpedoing some one on one time between me and a girl because you think you're too important and invoke a social gathering at random, or talking about how you perceive yourself as a tower of strength for other people and then DEMAND that I listen to your problems for 15 minutes straight (that one was the best one).
I despise you more than anyone.
And you're completely oblivious to it.
I bet you cannot even conceive the idea that I might have some problems with you, let alone harbor resentment. Scratch that, I bet you're not even capable of imagining how ANYONE might dislike you, that's how highly you think of yourself.
I fucking hate you.
Where were you, when walking for more than 10 minutes would exhaust me for an entire day? Where were you, when was without a single soul to spend time with, when I had no one to talk to and just desperately wished for some human contact? Where were you when I hit rock bottom, when I had lost everything and my horizon was pitch black, without a silver lining to be seen anywhere? You were NOWHERE to be seen.
For years you just forgot I existed, spent time with people who were less 'annoying' (as you dubbed my formerly decrepit state: annoying) than me. And now that I'm better, you love me; now that I'm funny and entertaining again, you tell me how happy you are that I'm part of your social circle; you shower me with so much praise, sometimes, I think you're one step away from writing me love letters.
But that's not the best part, the best part was, when I was finally getting better, you told me that you were so glad I recovered because now you no longer had to juggle between me and your other friends. You dishonest fuck, you NEVER EVER chose me over ANYONE!
And you keep. fucking. me. over.
You're actively making me life worse without even trying, it's like fate itself wants me to dislike you. It's the little things, like having dogshit political opinions you keep annoying me with, or torpedoing some one on one time between me and a girl because you think you're too important and invoke a social gathering at random, or talking about how you perceive yourself as a tower of strength for other people and then DEMAND that I listen to your problems for 15 minutes straight (that one was the best one).
I despise you more than anyone.
And you're completely oblivious to it.
I bet you cannot even conceive the idea that I might have some problems with you, let alone harbor resentment. Scratch that, I bet you're not even capable of imagining how ANYONE might dislike you, that's how highly you think of yourself.
I fucking hate you.
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