I Hate You

I hate you! I hate your face, your smile, that fucking fake smile you make. I hate that you smile in my face and then talk your shit when I leave. I hate that you have to be the center of attention any time someone's eyes are on me. I'M IMPORTANT TOO! I love you, YES! I do, you're my friend, or so I thought. Am I not yours? I mean I give you everything first, don't I? I share my makeup with you. I give you more love than your husband does, but NO! You act like I'm that bitch you see all the time and can't stand. You talk about me, you leave me out of things, you say "let's hang out," but that never happens. What the fuck! God, I hate you. You are a fake friend that just loves to act perfect, BUT you are not perfect, are you? You cheat, you lie, and then you effing cry. Why? Not because you're sorry. You are never truly sorry. I find your trail of lies every time I cover for you. He does so much for you and you treat him like shit! All because he's not rich and can't give you all the worthless material items you wish to have. Fuck! You’re spoiled. You can’t stand to let anyone be happier than you.

The reason I am happier is because I care for other people. I think about other people. I put others above myself. You don’t care about people or what they are going through unless it benefits you in some way. I hate that about you, and I hate that about people. Forget other people right now. I am talking about you. I once said that just because you were a cheater and just because you are unfaithful, it didn’t make you a bad person. I was wrong. You are not a bad person because you cheat. You are bad person because you cheat and you don’t care! You don’t feel bad because you believe that you deserve to do your evil deeds, because he doesn’t always cater to your every need. How selfish are you? You are a selfish person. Everyone else knows it too but they won’t tell you because they love you. How do you tell someone you love that you hate them? It won’t make them happy and it won’t make you happy.

I AM HAPPY! And I’M PREGNANT! Let me be pregnant, stop telling me you want a baby. You have babies. What! Do you want ANOTHER baby? WHY? Is it because I'm having one? What else does the F-in princess want that she doesn't have? Stop trying to compete with me. I don't want to compete. I don't envy your life. TRUE, I don't envy your lying, cheating LIFE! Stop trying to include me halfway in your life. Please, I'm not trying to be mean. I just can't anymore. You make me crazy. That’s right, I am pregnant and crazy. We are best friends, we are not close friends, we are friends, but we are not meant to be friends. We are not meant to be anything. We are merely meant to be civil adults. I forgive you for being a shitty friend. I forgive you for treating others like they are below you. I forgive you for giving me so many reasons to hate you. I love you because my heart tells me I should love you. I hate with all my might, but I love with my heart and soul. Now to me you are just that bitch I call a friend.