Seething

i am so angry with you right now, that i can't focus on anything else.

i can't believe your nerve, your immaturity, and how right you think you are.

because guess what?

you have no idea.

you have no idea what you're talking about.

you have no idea why i am the way that i am.

you have no idea why i did what i did.

every day i learn more about how low you'll stoop.

i know that you're feeling hurt, tossed aside, possibly even abused.

i'll tell you right now that i never wanted to hurt you, and still don't want to.

what kind of sick person do you think i am?!

i'm (largely) not capable of hurting people intentionally.

you know what's sad?

i want you to feel this, too.

this betrayal.

this ache.

the worst part?

i feel like you deserve it.

honestly, i don't know what i'd do if i saw you right now.

i'm so mad, that i might not be able to contain it.

i feel like punching, throwing, screaming.

is this what you want?

being bitter about things isn't the answer.

you'll only make it worse for yourself.

and for me, did you know?

you disappoint me.

i thought you were above this shit.

apparently we're more different than i thought.