And that’s probably best.
Sometimes when situations get to the point where they’re at that point…it’s best to cut ties. You can swear to this day that I hate you and I was terrible to you and that everything I did made no sense to you…
But that’s because you’re an idiot, silly.
I don’t hate you. I just don’t understand you. What I do hate, however, is stupidity. And quite possibly those that carry it on their sleeves. And as of late, you seem to be one of those people. I can’t decide how much your stupidity is affecting my feelings of you, but I know it can’t be any good.
So please. Don’t be one of those girls. The ones we used to make fun of? The ones we used to swear were the worst? You’ve turned into one. Or maybe you were one all along. Maybe I’m just now noticing. Seeing as we’re not friends anymore, every time you do something now, I feel like I’m watching you from above; outside of your bubble. Like I’m watching you in a cage at the zoo. Since I’m not in there with you.
Then I worry. When I was friends with you, and you were one of those girls (if you even were then) was I too? Did I act like you? Did we do the dumb things you do now? Or am I noticing the little things you do and blowing them up to such a degree that they completely irk me? Or are you so insecure these days that you’re doing it to make up for everything you’ve lost?
All of these could work.
But as stupid as you may act and as ridiculous as you may be, I still don’t hate you.
But as of late, I love me a lot more.