I don't know why I feel so strongly about you. You've done nothing to me. You misunderstood me, when I trusted you enough to confide in you, you turned it against me. But that was so long ago. Years now. Why do I care enough to hold a grudge that long?

I know you. I know more about you than you think. You want to be misunderstood, In a way that I could never. Maybe it's because you're predictable in your longing. You always have been. Your ego consumes everything about the way you see the world, how you refuse to see the way you taint it, in your own special way that's same as the last bully. You desire everyone to desire you, to want you, to adore you. But what have you done to deserve it? When you cry and whine for a statement someone made with a slight critique, do you hear the teeth grinding against themselves behind you? You're worse than the people you ran from years ago now. The people that led you to me and us. We took you in to show you love, the unconditional type. You took it. You overstayed your welcome.

Look me in the eyes when you talk to me. You will see nothing in them. They hold no sympathy for you, no remorse. I stopped seeing you as pathetic long ago. I hope that you matter so little to me that I can hide this hate from myself. I can already hide it from you.

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