Poly-gone

    I’m having trouble letting go, and I can’t fathom the fact that you’re still stuck to your old ways. I can’t get passed this. I’m obsessed with thoughts; “What ifs” and the temptation to say something. Why am I bothering? Why am I wasting my time? I wasn’t good enough before, when they all arrived. So why would I even matter now?
    Your army behind you wears nothing but black. How can you see past those masks?  I honestly think it’s all an act; your attempts to make me jealous – to come crawling back to you. You want me to ask questions, to say nasty things to you in an attempt to create some contact. Just so you know you’ve spoken to me.
    Why should I do that?  I’ve heard the sh*t you’ve talked about me; I know your biggest, most pathetic secret. Why be with someone if they’re ashamed of you. Why go back to someone who treated you like shit? You talked so much shit about him, about them, about ME, and then you go back to him.  I’m more disappointed in you than anything else.
    You’re so bent on criticizing everyone else of changing, yet you’re the one who’s changed the most. You binge drink, and then complain that you have no money. You cried to me, saying you were being forced to move out, and you’d have to pay for school on your own. Get over, it! Two years for you is half a year’s cost for me. And I’m paying for mine myself. Welcome to adulthood. Get over it!
    I can’t stand you any longer; your pettiness, your irrational jealousy, your lousy attitude. You make me sick, tired, and angry. You make me out to be the bad guy, and I’m at the point where I don’t even want to stand next to myself. If you’re allowed to vent, so am I. I just happened to point out some obvious truths while I was at it.
    Drink some more, maybe try some drugs. Party all night and then complain to them that you have no money. See if they care. See if they’ll offer to lend you money, or be there when you have no money. See if they’re still standing next to you after you graduate and enter the –real world-.
    Take some time to let this boil your blood.  Cry to them about what the Big Bad Wolf did now, see if they care. Talk some more sh*t about me and transform into someone else until you really are gone. But most of all, go ahead and hate me, I don’t give a f*ck anymore.