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I hate you for everything you've put me through. I trusted you, I was there for you; I loved you! I did everything I could to make you see that, and did you? No. You just shrugged me off and threw me away. I was nothing but a mere speck of useless existence. It's kind of funny how less than a year ago you were telling me how I was your best friend because you could come to me about anything. I should of known things were going to change. I knew when what's-his-face came back into your life all random as hell, you'd slowly lose interest. I hate that you make me feel guilty for losing you. I know it's not me but I literally cannot stop beating myself up about this. I hate that you made me lose all trust in anyone that I'm close to. I was so close to you yet you said and did all those things behind my back. You were too spineless, too cowardly to say them to my face because you knew deep down that they were unjustified. The sight of your face or your very name builds up an infuriating anger within me. You've made it so I can't live my life and it sucks. If I wasn't good enough for you, why the ******** wouldn't you tell me? What was the point in wasting both of our times? I've been second guessing every action I'm doing lately, constantly fearing being judged for every little thing I do, and it's 100% your fault. My social anxiety has gotten so bad that it's to the point where I don't even want to talk to anyone anymore because I think that they're just going to do the same thing to me that you did to me. I can't trust anyone. I'm constantly paranoid about what everyone around me is saying and the thing I fear the most is that I will never please everybody in my life. There's always going to be someone that dislikes something about me. I can't express to you enough how much this has affected me. I can't sleep at night because I can't stop going through old messages and conversations between us, on the verge of tears because I ******** MISS those days man. You gave me some of the best days of my life, and yet I was nothing to you. Never was, never will be. Furthermore, how dare you have the audacity to not even tell me these things in the end. You know, I probably could've forgiven you and moved on with my life if you yourself had just come out and said that you never wanted to speak to me again. But no, you had to have your ******** stupid a** friend tell me. How ******** SPINELESS could you get, b***h? That's the most cowardly, gutless, feeble thing I've ever heard of. So ******** scared that I would blow up on you, huh? And why're you going to complain that the situation increased your anxiety levels when you're the one that caused it? That's a little backwards isn't it? God I hate you. You put me through so much pain. So egotistical that I could never get my word out, only cater to your ideas. You're cancer.
******** you and good-bye.