Because you’re so much into going through my social profiles and killing so much time in finding the right post to confront me, I thought I might save you the pain. I’ll make it easy for you. This is how it goes.
Yes, I’m an 18-year-old girl who is not interested. Regardless of whatever it is. I like being alone, of course you’ve known that. What you don’t know is, I don’t like the mixed tension people like you create around me. I was born and brought up in a very simple and plain living. So, spare me the drama.
Yes, I’m complicated and I don’t see how it is any of your concerns. Apart from knowing what I’m going through and creating a fuss out of it and putting your ‘viewpoints’ into MY story and passing it on, I don’t see what good your doing. I have my parents with me and for me. That is more than enough. So, yeah. Bye.
Yes, I am in a relationship with a guy and it’s been more than 3 years now. He is never going to meet you, not through me at least. Nobody has any problem with it and that should include you. I don’t see any reason why you would have a problem with a person you’ve never met. Well, unless you are looking for trouble, that’s a different case altogether. Sorry to disappoint you, here ain’t none.
Yes, I LOVE my dad and he loves me back. I am not going to repeat it. Get it tattooed in your head – in bold letters and underlined. It has always been this way and you are a mere nobody in the matters of my family. Okay? As simple as that. You need to shut up when it’s about people I’ve lived with all my life. I will decide what happens to my relation with what person. Not You.
Yes, I will blame the moon for whatever I do. Or I will just read a book and put a pretty line as my status that I really liked. You don’t have to act all childish about it. One, because it’s lame. As fuck. Two, because you’re an adult – married with a kid. And three, because duh. What are you, some high school chick? Honestly, I stopped doing it long back when I was in 9th grade. I wonder when are you going to grow up.
I don’t like you. I hate you. You heard me. After whatever you’ve said and done, give me one reason why anybody should love you, apart from your puppeteers and your fellow mates. Oh yes, and the people who haven’t been lucky enough to find out what you have to hide. This will do you no good. YOU are the one who’s in need of advice, or therapy. Whatever you prefer.
Yes, you are not family anymore. To be honest, I never thought so low of you. You were a good man, for me. I guess, I was wrong for long 18 years. You never were family. All you can do is mess things up, and I’m not talking about just myself. Look at you, all dressed up, your hair oiled and shoes tied up and shining. All that for what? To look neat? What about your soul? I’m sorry, I forgot you don’t have any.
Yes, you need to calm yourself down. You are no God of perfection, not even close. You are as flawed as anybody else, or maybe more. I don’t know if we have a lot of people like you then, yeah you’re okay-ish. But not for me, you never will be. You’ve done all the damage you had to and now it’s time to say goodbye.
We don’t need you or the package that comes along. We are better off without any of it. I hope it stings your heart when you read it, and instead of causing more of what you cause, you lay down, think, and sleep. I don’t want you talking about it. Keep your ‘thoughts’ to yourself. Nobody gives a shit.
Sorry I don’t belong to you.