Thank you for inviting me to your special day. That being said, don’t ever. ever, ever do it again. My life is not a fucking Taylor Swift song. So let’s drop the bullshit, please.
Why did you ask me along today? Why did you want us in the same room? I didn’t want to be near you. I don’t ever want to see you. You are dog shit on the ground that I try to have enough consideration towards to avoid.
And if you do have to bring me into your presence, never, ever invite your worthless friends. So the bunch of you can happily ignore me, after inviting me for no reason at all.
Oh, sorry about that, by the way. No, I don’t know why she invited both of us to the same event. I don’t know what she told you about me, but it wasn’t good– and, no, stop. Don’t tell me I’m wrong, how you’re fine with me. I won’t extend that same courtesy to you. I think you are a bitch with violent, annoying offspring that will unfortunately carry on your traits. So don’t bother making nice with me. I don’t care about your airhead words, and I don’t want them.
Anyway, back to you. You say you want to spend time with me. That we ought to be friends. How life’s been rough, but really, it’s only brought us closer together. We ought to put aside our differences and get along. Because it’s the right thing to do.
Thank you sincerely, and fuck you.
I tried this before, remember? Ten years ago? Eight years ago? Five years ago? I. Am. Not. Doing. This. Again. I can’t. I’m not going to lower my defenses, open myself to you, just to feel the sweet sting of betrayal yet again. How stupid do you think I am?
Please do go cry to your friends how horrible I am. How nothing is good enough for me. From you, absolutely nothing is good enough. I do not way to say hello to you. I do not want to ask how your day was, because I know how shitty your life truly is and I do not want to hear about it. Nor do I want to hear your lies.
I smiled at you, today, and said, “Thanks for inviting me.”
Because I’m not cruel enough to say “Fuck you,” today. There are others that I have to consider. But that doesn’t mean it will be like this forever.
Please don’t take my gesture that to mean that I’m sincere towards you. I might, for appearance’ sake, give it a minimal effort. But I solemnly swear the first chance I have to tell you how I really feel, I will. And our “friendship” will disintegrate quickly.
I truly am not angry with you. I’m simply done. So you can court me however you like. If you are fond of self humiliation. And it won’t make the tiniest fucking difference.
So, really, we might as well give up now, right?