It's hard.
It's painful.
I tell myself this when they leave. I tell myself that I needed them. They became such a big part of my daily agenda, but in all reality, I knew eventually I'd move on. In the midst it's hard to realize that.
When I was their friend, they were sweet, supportive, wholesome. As soon as I left it was all jealousy, rage and hate. Trying to make me feel jealous and upset, but all I could feel was bad. Bad for them specifically. They know that they will get karma for what they have done. Hate will only consume them and hurt THEM. I never have to engage. I never have to retaliate, but when they go after the ones I love, I will protect them. I truely hope you get the help you need, you are truely ill. I wish you well nevertheless. It's in gods hands now.
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Short StoryJust you're average angst writer Warning!! There will be triggering material. I'm gonna be writing for all different genres please comment what genres you like best!!
