Hate is a strong word

I still think it is, and find it hard to really hate someone, annoyed is more like it.

You know life, people come and go, I remember my best buddy in junior high school or elementary school, they’ve gone somewhere and walk on their own path, but I’m pretty sure if we get a chance to meet again and have a chit-chat, it’ll be an enjoyable afternoon talk. Friends stay friends, the intensity for us to meet is the only thing that keep me and my friends away.

Not sure about this one ex-friend, though.

Now, let’s clarify this thing first, I never, let me repeat, never, had an ex-friend, because like I’ve said, friends stay friends.

Not until her, though.

Once upon a time I had a friend, somewhere along the line, I figured I couldn’t get along well with her anymore, not wanting to be a real hypocrite, I gave up the friendship (or companion or whatever).

That was it.

Apparently that wasn’t it for her.

So here I am, writing a letter, for her, my dearest ex-friend. I don’t know if you can call it a hate letter whatsoever, I don’t think my feeling for her is that strong, maybe I dislike her? Oh right, I definitely do dislike her.

And please excuse if I use any foul words. I try to keep them limited, not so easy, though.

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Dear you,

yes you, you know who you are, we all know who you are.

How the heck could you came up to a conclusion that we are all envious of you, dear freaky ex friend? Let me explain and make it crystal clear for you to understand, because after years, I finally find out that oh my dear, so sorry to say, you’re not as smart as the other thought of you, and obviously far less smart that you’d love to think you are.

We were, are, and will not ever be envious of you.

What’s there to envy about anyways?

What? That you’re having a goddamn nice relationship with the professors?

Hello, good news! We’re all going to step out of that place anytime sooner so you can enjoy that oh-so-precious place with its oh-so-very-educated professor. Enjoy your time there, as long as you want, you may as well rot there, I won’t mind, really.

What? That you’re having a super brain you always use to memorize whoever talks in a TV show?

I’m happy enough with mine, I can not memorize the line Mr.oh-so-important-i-don’t-even-know-his-name said in whatever TV show, not that I find it useful anyways.

Yeah right, let me just say it.

I didn’t care about what you did, do or will do, I didn’t.

That, until you make us seems like a hell far lower than you, oh mighty princess.

Look, I won’t care even if you’re being the bride of that dearest Prince kasiragi (oh! I don’t even know how to type his name the right way!), or if in (god-forbid) any way marry that Prince Henry of United Kingdom (wait, he’s from that place? no?), I won’t give a damn if you’re the smartest out of all the people in this whole wide world, or meet the president, or whoever, or whatever.

I don’t give a littlest damn, dear ex-friend.

What? You want to know what I’m feeling about you? Oh, it’s a mixed of negative feelings I didn’t know exist before.

hate, anger, loathe, dislike, annoyed, you name it. But most of all, on top of those all…

I pity you.

Seriously, get a life.

Honestly, I found myself being too nice write the next line for you because usually I read it to encourage myself, but I think you need it more than me, so I’ll share the best part of motivating self letter…

So yes, quit being such a goddamn pussy, because bitching and whining and worry never make anything better.

Oh! So now you’ve figured out why your life isn’t all that good? Nice.

xoxo

-littletiara