.::Reread the Lines::.

For weeks now, you’ve been in my life, and quite frankly, I’m starting to get really peeved. I must admit, in the beginning, it was nice. You were a great person who was very kind to those around you. You were polite and generous and you always seemed to listen to what I had to say. That, my friend, is a good trait to have.

Unfortunately, your bad “habits” are starting to bug me. I didn’t mind your silly way of tapping my head in the hall as I passed, or the way you texted me with smiley faces. Those things I didn’t really mind. It’s everything else that bugs me.

Call me crazy, but I think you’re insane. Seriously, I can’t handle all the shit you pull on me. My life is stressed enough, and you’re not helping. Like I sad before, I didn’t mind the giddy and happy things you did. But now, I can realize it’s all a lie. You’re a lie. Everything nice you say has a sick, twisted and down right depressing underlying truth that warps everything you say.

Kindness isn’t something you should use to get close to someone, only to dump all of your problems onto. I don’t know if you realize this, but you do this, a lot. Every time I see you in the hall, I beg that you won’t notice me there. I pray that you’ll leave me alone. I dread the tap on my head, which quite frankly bugs the crap out of me nowadays. However, you always seem to see me, and you smile and wave, and I smile and wave back. You see, I’m not the type to call you out on your shit right to your face. I naturally try to avoid conflict. But it’s getting way to difficult to keep quiet.

Once in a while, I can deal with you. You are a nice person, but you let your issues get in the way of that. When you text me or say hi, I respond by saying “How are you?” although I know you’re going to say “Shitty” or “My Life Sucks”. But whose life doesn’t suck once in a while. That’s just how it is. But you are always feeling like that. I can’t handle the pessimistic attitude anymore.

For once, don’t text me saying how you’re abused by your family, or that all your friends are committing suicide. And don’t even think about telling me that you’re going to commit suicide too. That is going a little too far for attention. Yeah, that’s right, I went there. You are saying all of this because you want attention. Don’t even try to hide it. You know I’m right. I’ve always been right. You just won’t accept it.

Friendship can be destroyed quickly. It doesn’t take much to push someone’s buttons the wrong way, or to say something you’d regret later on. Let me tell you something: You crossed the line a while back. It’s why I won’t respond when you try to talk to me in the hall, or when you text me. It’s why I don’t give a shit if you do kill yourself. It’s the reason why I am done dealing with you in general. Do not expect me to forgive you so easily when you call me a bitch who doesn’t care for you and makes you feel like shit when all I was trying to do was help you. At the time, you were making horrible accusations at a friend who was trying to help. But now, you’ve created exactly what you’ve wanted to avoid. And if you keep doing the same shit you’ve been doing, you’ll keep creating these monsters, and you won’t have a reason for living anymore. So think about that for a while.

Nicely said. I'm glad you found the courage to stand up to your "friend" and not put up with them anymore. I can't help but feel sorry for them though---not that I thought his/her actions were excusable, but rather, knowing the things that you do know about him/her that you were able to come from a place of love while expressing yourself.

*cough* Anyway... thanks for continually contributing to Annabel Lee with your wonderful writing. I think it can be a great writing community if we can just get it up off the ground. =w=