I dislike you.
There.
I said it.
I dislike you.

You’re frustrating.
Annoying.
Loud.
Disgusting.

I could go on.
Really.
But you’re my friend.
And I don’t have a nice way to put it.

So I’ll stay silent.
Like I always do.
But you’re becoming like her.
Just like her.

And I don’t know how much longer I can stay silent.