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(FI)RDAUS EDEN, 16, ASEXUAL
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A happy kid, but the world changed me
Philosophical, analytical & judgmental
"Masculinity is just another common stereotype"
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    Monday, December 07, 2009
    Extreme aggravation.

    If there's one thing I really hate...
    It's friends who suck at prioritizing their own friends.


    Piss on the graves of those who use their friends as spare tyres.
    What do you think I am? Something extra you just dump in the corner when you're with your other friends and someone whom you'd re-retrieve after you're not in good terms with them?
    Do you think I'd really allow you to degrade me to such a despicable level again and again?
    Oh please. I would rather be friends with a faithful notorious criminal than to be friends with an unfaithful goody two-shoes like you.

    Faith is a vital key to a successful relationship.

    Sorry to say, ours used to be. But now, it's nothing but a torn battlefield.
    And no, I'm not being melodramatic, I speak the definite truth. Look at how far your unfaithfulness has gotten us.
    To the extent where I'm even lashing out my anger openly here.
    That's sad. So so sad.
    Boo hoo.


    I'm not being a hypocrite.
    Everyone experiences this in their lives several times.
    I'll be honest that I may do it sometimes, but I would feel really horrible about it and try to make up for it with something. I won't make it too obvious with the making up part, but at least something that shows how much I appreciate them at least.
    But you...? Not even the slightest bit of guilt nor even a spare thought.
    Do you think you're that beyond cool? I don't think so. I'm not dying to be your friend or whatever shiz. I've got much cooler company to mix with than a nitwit like you.
    I'm just going with the flow. You wanna be friends? So be it. Don't wanna be friends? So be it.
    But don't ever dare you put me in that disgusting position.


    And when finally, you're back together with them all over again, you neglect my existence.
    When you are back in good terms with those bunch of buffoons, it's like I've never existed, never born into this world and had never even met you in your eyes.
    Do you think you're the only human being who can perceive emotions? That the world revolves only around you and your friends? Yeah, you wish.
    Even if you were my best friend for a lifetime, I would still have left you and instantly severed our ties if you ever dared show your unfaithfulness to me.
    What am I to you exactly, I want to know?

    "Where were YOU when I needed you?"
    ...And you dare to even raise this question.
    Let me ask you then, have you ever thought about otherwise?
    Yes. I'm the kind of person who keeps things bottled up only to release everything in one devastating blow when I'm really really angry.
    Plus I think the proper term should be "where were you when I wanted to use you?". There, it sounds much more appropriate for your case.
    Don't you agree?
    :D

    Apologies were meant to be said straight to the face.
    Don't cower behind the screen and quote some cliche line of apology thinking I'd fall for it, or some hopeless painstakingly decorated letter that you hope would touch my heart after reading. I don't.
    Capiche?
    Especially when you've used it time and time again. The effect is minimal now.
    Most of all, it's your behavior that disgusts me.
    Who would've thought that you'd be influenced into their crazy antics? I'm really disappointed in you, of all people. And to think that I thought better of you.
    I guess I was wrong all these years, eh "friend"?
    ;)


    Yes, I know you're reading this.
    And I know that you know who you are.
    Watch your mouth.
    Fiannino departed @ 11:28 PM