二十
hurtful:
2015
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You told all of your new friends about us.
You told them about our old friendship, about how I was "obsessed" with you, about how I "acted like a baby."
You said no good thing about what we had six years ago. And you certainly never admitted to your actions either. You were just using these tales to try and impress people. To move up the social ladder; be at the top.
It kept me thinking: what on Earth had gotten into you?
Was I just a joke to you now? Was our previous friendship all just one big act?
I couldn't believe it. Didn't want to. Didn't want to believe that this was how you were now.
I blocked you out. Blocked out all of the non-stop teasing, and kept to myself. In my own little bubble.
I never talked to Jisung and Felix about it, but they knew. So did Hyunjin and Jeongin, my friends from outside of school─information that I once trusted you with.
I still had them to look after me, an action I once relied on you for: comfort. It was something that you obviously didn't feel like you needed to give me anymore. In fact, you felt like you needed to give me the opposite: pain, despite knowing what I'd been through the past years.
It made me want to turn around and say, fuck you.
Fuck you and your circle of friends.
Fuck you and your made up stories.
Fuck you and your memories of us.
Memories that you obviously don't cherish as much as I do...
It was hurting me seeing you that way.
At first, I tried to be understanding, but eventually... It got to me. I lost interest.
I didn't even care when I found out that you had a girlfriend overseas.
I just didn't want anything to do with you anymore.
So I didn't fucking care.
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:)
─jen