You and I are two very different people.

We come from completely opposite ends of the universe. Something so blatantly obvious, yet something you completely fail to recognize. Or rather, it’s something you DON’T want to recognize. I believe you know this for a fact, yet, you continuously haunt me with tales your of adventures [or should I say, misadventures].

I’m currently annoyed with you. And I’ll admit, all this annoyance comes from selfish reasons.

I’m annoyed that you won’t shut the fuck up.

I’m annoyed that you get restless and moody when you’re forced to shut up.

I’m annoyed that you don’t hide the fact that you’re bored or moody.

I’m annoyed at how superficial and pretentious you are.

I’m annoyed at how oblivious you are to other people’s feelings.

I’m annoyed at how inconsiderate you are to other people’s passions and tastes.

I’m annoyed that I have to lower my own standards just so you don’t get bored or moody.

I’m annoyed that I can’t make you understand the beauty of my passions just because you refuse to understand them.

I’m annoyed that I have explain every single fucking subtle detail because you’re too fucking ignorant to look it up yourself.

To put it in the most brutally honest and childish manner, I’m annoyed at the fact that you’re not like me.

For the record, no, it’s not the other way around, you cocky bastard.

I have no intention of being an insensitive heartless son of a bitch - like you.

I have no intention of selling my pride just to earn the big bucks - like you.

I have no intention of tarnishing my identity just so I can get laid - like you.

I am in no way jealous of you, you pitiful mess of organs.

Despite all my warnings, you went ahead and made yourself a bunch of enemies.

Despite all my advice, you went ahead and broke your own heart.

Despite all my discouragement, you went ahead and became your own hypocrite.

I’m tired of having to put up with your bitching about how people ‘mistreat’ you.

I’m sick of having to put up with your hollow and tasteless tales of fucking around.

I’m sick of having to put up with your apologies - only to have you pull off the same shit AGAIN.

I have all this pent up feelings against you, but for the love of God I don’t think I’ll ever be able to let it off my chest and into your face. You know why? I don’t know either.

Sometimes, I want you to learn what it’s like to fall down flat on your face in a crowd.

Sometimes, I want you to learn what it’s like to be at the butt end of people’s jokes

Sometimes, I want you to learn what it’s like to hear what horrid things people say about you.

Sometimes, I want you to learn what it’s like to feel the pain of a soul being torn apart.

Sometimes, I want you to learn what it’s like to be at the receiving end of broken promises.

Sometimes, I want you to learn what it’s like to be dissapointed.

Sometimes, I want you to be hurt - just so you could understand at least a tiny little bit of what reality is truly like.

Sigh.

It’s not like you read this, anyway. If you, however, do… well…

Just know that I’m still here if you need me. Like always.