This bullet's for you.

[eastsidetiger]

Yea, you fucked up.
And it hurts.
And I HATE YOU for it.
More than I've ever hated anything.
My body hurts I hate you so much.
I thought we were supposed to be friends...
I thought wrong.
I have a thousand things I wish I could scream at you.
I never want to talk to you again.
Ever.
I HATE YOU.
You have violated our friendship in the very most primal way.
What's so ironic is...
We had a conversation. TONIGHT. About how much I love you.
How I would do anything for you.
Lay down my life. Give up everything and everyone that I love. Take your bullet.
And all you'd have to do is ask.
There's FIVE people that I can say that about.
...make that four.
You don't deserve it.
I HATE YOU.
I hope you hurt a million times as badly as I do.
Know that this is ALL YOUR FUCKING FAULT!!!
You and I aren't friends.
And it's on you.
We can't ever be friends again.
And that's on you, too.
I take back everything I ever said to you.
You aren't worthy of any of it.
I FUCKING HATE YOU SO MUCH I CAN'T BREATHE...
Stripped.
Of your honor.
Of your friend.
Of a perfect relationship.
Of your basic humanity.
If you had it to begin with.
You're down to one.

I won't shed a single tear over this.
Because you don't deserve those, either.
You've ruined EVERYTHING.
Run that around in your mind a few times.
Does it hurt?
God, I hope so.
I just want to grind it in.
Until it sinks in.
That I hate you...
And we will never.
Not ever.
Be the same again.
You've made sure of that.
This blood is on your hands.

It's over.
I HATE YOU.
Bleed, you bastard.
Bleed.