Killed by a Stab

It's been months now since I last spoke to my ex-bestfriend but our last conversation still lingers in my mind everyday. There was a time when I received a text from him and I thought that it was him just trying to mock me. But bullshit. It was an asshole move because the text contains a message asking me about how I was moving on.

Technically, we weren't lovers. We were friends. The best of friends and it pains to know that now that he has a new bitchy girlfriend, he treats me like crap. Other than the fact that the girl was a skimpy bitch who I hate and will hate forever, another fact is that the bitch hates me too. Not that I ever did anything to her, but it's because she stole my best friend from me by seducing him, which now makes her anxious that he will come running back to me or I will steal him like how she stole him from me. (Well, I didn't OWN him, but there is that sense of possession between two best friends, so I will not take that back or apologize for saying that SHE STOLE HIM FROM ME.)

Well, I am not a bitch like her.

Yes, I want to be friends with him again. I'll give up a lot to have my old best friend back, but I have fully processed the fact that it is never going to happen. I have given up. And maybe she should too. The reason why I gave up is because she has turned my used-to-be awesome best friend into a son-of-a-bitch that I don't really care about. So even if I want some closure, it's never going to happen. Because that boyfriend she is so proud of, I swear, I have never met that man.

(Sighs) Ever heard of twitter? Yeah, that's like a bullshit website when you're not really famous and nobody really cares about what you have to say. And I don't own an account because although I want to be heard, I am not interested in joining a pack of people who wants to flaunt their awesome lives around because unless you're really great friends with your followers or you're a celebrity, nobody really cares about that.

Yeah, and with that fact straighten, I want to rant about my frustration with that bitch for cursing me through her tweets. And my ex-best friend DIDN'T EVEN DEFEND ME. HE DIDN'T EVEN FUCKING TRY. And that's the worst part of it. It's the part I couldn't process. But the one thing that I have processed is the one that's most important of all. He could've said. He should've said it. He practically said it and meant it.

"We're done here."

And my reply would've been…

"Yes, we are."