I absolutely ******* hate you!
That venomous feeling surges through me, boiling over every time I think of your pathetic existence.
And you?
You don’t give a flying **** about any of it.
When Phoebe asked for my hair tie back, you had the audacity to sneer, “I don't care,” as if those scraps of our history meant nothing to you. It makes me seethe!
It feels like our four years and nine months were nothing but a cruel joke; you’ve reduced everything we shared to dust.
But trust me, you haven’t truly forgotten, and that infuriates me even more.
I listened to every word you spewed about our supposed future, your dreams and plans laid out like they were written in stone.
I defended your sorry *** to my family when they questioned your reckless choices, believing in you when you couldn't even believe in yourself!
I poured everything I had into us—my heart, my soul—and what did you do?
You tossed it aside as if it was nothing more than yesterday’s garbage!
You want to spill my secrets?
Go ahead, I’ll ******* expose yours!
How about the fact that you cower in fear at the sight of butterflies?
Or that you sneak off to smoke **** when you think no one’s watching?
Newsflash—karma’s a raging ***** and you’re about to get an earful, Roy!
You think you can forget me?
No chance in hell!
I’ll flaunt my single status, flirting with anyone I **** well please, just to shove it in your face—like a victory banner for the grief you’ve caused me.
I want you to choke on your regret and suffocate beneath the weight of everything you've lost!
Sometimes I want to **** you, seriously!
How can you strut around like you’re blissfully unaware of the devastation you've wreaked?
You’ve turned into this empty shell of indifference, and it drives me absolutely mad!
I care—far more than I ever should—and I loathe myself for it.
But unlike you, I have a heart, and it must be miserable to be you, devoid of any feelings, floating through life like a soulless ghost.
It infuriates me that I still love you, and not a day goes by that this gnawing reality doesn’t eat at me.
Love isn’t a **** light switch you can flick off whenever it suits you; it lingers like a relentless specter, taunting me with flashes of laughter, connection, and shattered dreams.
I wish it were as easy as switching it off!
Because as soon as this rage simmers down, I know what’s coming—I’ll shatter into a million pieces, drowning in grief over the wreckage you’ve left.
And you?
You’re just an arrogant ******* stomping through life completely oblivious to the chaos you’ve created.
If only your ego matched the size of your actual ****
You strut around like you own the **** world, but deep down, we both know you’re just a fragile coward, incapable of handling real emotions.
I want you to grasp the depth of my pain!
Every single insult, every dismissive word, only stokes the fire of fury inside me.
I’ll be ****** if I let you waltz off unscathed, without facing the consequences of your heartless indifference.
So bring it on!
Show me how indifferent you really are, and I’ll show you just how deeply the cuts you’ve inflicted run.
You will understand every inch of what you’ve lost—whether you like it or not!