I never truely hated you, I hated the things you did and didn’t do, I hated the things you said. The hurtful and horrible things you said to me you can’t ever take back, and how you treated me which ultimately showed me just how little you valued me not just as a person, but as a friend.
Most of all, I hate that despite everything, I still love you. And I hate myself so much for that. My hatred and anger towards you is justified and absolute. However I can’t help and wish that things had gone differently, or that just maybe you reached out to me despite my last message telling you that I wanted you out of my life.
If you don’t want to, if you want me out of your life as well, then don’t stress over it and just live your life however you want.
I value you the time we shared together, even if it was short, even if it was always going to end this way because of a certain someone sparking drama for no good fucking reason to begin with, I’m still glad I got to know you.
I won’t forget you, not because I want to, but because I can’t, you’ve made such a large impact on my life in such a short amount of time, and again, despite everything, I’m thankful for that too.
If we ever do meet again one day, try not to make it too forced, or awkward.
On second thought I think that’s more something I’d do, anyways, if you’re reading this, sorry but not sorry if this gave you emotional whiplash, because I still think the things you said to me, make you a pretty big cunt.