so where's the comfort there?
god. fuck you. a piece of work if there ever was one. a distraction. a test along my path. your insecurities are made obvious by your disregard for kindness and truth. your friends benefit from you no more than your enemies. you hang in the background, aloof but you see and hear all that goes on around you and never allow yourself to be included. you squander your talent for ego boosts and ignore the love and acceptance that is abundant in your presence. you love the attention you ignore. thrive on it. the worst thing you can say about me is that i liked you too much. and for that i was stupid. i spent my money, energy, and time on trying to pull you from your well-constructed shell only to be laughed at by girls perched on your knee, blown off when i came to support your endeavors. i have ignored unconditional love to chase you. i have made myself look bad in the eyes of others to chase you. all for brief moments when a hand would fall into another accidentally. when eyes would meet from across a room. you make every girl who catches a shine for you feel this way and i have been duped. a two year lesson i just learned. part of me wants to honor you for teaching me. the other part hates you for ignoring the person you really are only to pretend to be something that is ugly. i close all channels to you and retract the love and energy i have poured your way. you do not deserve it from me or any of the other beautiful people who have and will continue to try. you deserve whatever is coming your way. and it is coming.