Day 3

Everybody’s only been hearing your side of the story.

“Oh hey look, she made me do this y’know. She told me to go hurt him but you see, I can’t handle my emotions and my pretty face.”

I know what your ex boyfriend says about me, that I deserve it, for putting you to the task.

Well, guess what bitch, I’ve a blog, and you don’t. So yes, let me present

MY SIDE OF THE STORY

Dear slut,

True. I trusted you, so I told you, why don’t you go hurt the guy who hurt me so badly in the past? He ought to learn his lesson. I admit I don’t have good intentions to start with; I wanted to get back at him. I DESERVE IT.

But I trusted you. I didn’t ask a dog or a cat or Tom or Dick to fucking do it for me. I ASKED YOU. I treated you as my best friend, the only best friend that I’ve had for these 6 years. Now, before you start to think that I’m here to win sympathy votes, well I’m sorry, I don’t fucking put myself out to fuck guys and have a loose body like you do, so I can’t do it. I can’t even fucking flirt in the first place, that’s what you do best, isn’t it?

I’m not putting your name upfront because I still care for your last dignity as a person, not a friend. But your photos are all over my facebook/twitter/blog anyway, and people can find out all about you for all I care. I want them to know what kind of ‘BEST FRIEND’ you really are.

YOU ARE THE FUCKING SLUT WHO TOLD ME YOU’RE GOING TO RECONCILIATE WITH YOUR EX BOYFRIEND AFTER HIS STUDIES ARE STABLIZED BECAUSE WHATEVER YOU’RE DOING NOW IS FOR HIS SAKE. YOU TOLD ME THAT YOU ONLY FUCKING LOVE HIM.

YOU ARE THE ONE WHO TOLD ME HE LIED TO YOU THE WAY HE LIED TO ME. THAT HE SAID THINGS HE DIDN’T DO DURING THE DATE AND YOU KNOW HE’S A FUCKING JERK.

YOU ARE THE ONE WHO WENT: “AW, HE’S SO BORING. I ONLY TREAT HIM AS A FRIEND LAH. C AND ME ARE IMPOSSIBLE. I’M JUST DOING IT FOR YOUR SAKE. HE SAT OPPOSITE ME AND WE HAVE NOTHING TO TALK ABOUT.”

YOU ARE THE FUCKING CB WHORE WHO WENT TO YOUR EX BOYFRIEND’S HOUSE AFTER WE WENT OUT, FUCKING KISSED HIM AND SAID YOU DIDN’T ENJOY IT. IN THE FIRST PLACE, WHY DO YOU EVEN WANT TO CHEAPEN YOURSELF AND DO SUCH THINGS?!

YOU DIDN’T ONLY TELL ME DIFFERENT THINGS, YOU TOLD DIFFERENT FRIENDS DIFFERENT VERSIONS OF YOUR PATHETIC LITTLE WAGGER STORY.

You know what I’d like to tell you bitch? KEEP LYING. Flaunt your assets in revealing clothes, put on your fucking cb makeup and do what you do best, ACT INNOCENT, that’s how you win all the guys to your side.

You know perfectly well how he wounded me in the past and how much I hate him now. TRUE. I MADE YOU DO IT, BUT WHY DO YOU GO OUT THERE AND BETRAY MY TRUST? WHY DID YOU FUCKING BACKSTAB ME WHEN YOU KNOW I’M STILL WOUNDED, WHY DID YOU FUCKING RUIN A 6 YEARS FRIENDSHIP OVER A GUY THAT FUCKING HURT YOUR BEST FRIEND?!

Dear slut, you’ve been feeding me with LIES, NOTHING BUT LIES FOR FUCKING MONTHS.

It’s sad to lose a best friend, but after I’ve collated all the information about you, you’ve NEVER BEEN A FRIEND TO START WITH. Your only intention from the day you met me is to fucking hurt me in the face one day.

You always say that you don’t think you’re prettier than me and that all the guys will flock to me. You know what, that was a good ploy. You knew since day one that I’m unable to cheapen myself and act innocent the way you can. You knew since day one that I’m going to be hurt by you one day.

After all that I’ve said and done, don’t worry, I won’t hurt you back the way you hurt me.

"Do not take revenge, my friends, but leave room for God's wrath, for it is written: 'It is mine to avenge; I will repay,' says the Lord." (Romans 12:19 NIV)

I won’t hurt you, because God will. I won’t exact revenge on you, because God will. You’ll receive retribution for all that you’ve done to me. I’ll learn to forgive you each and every day, but I’ll never forget this lesson. You’re the reason why I stop learning to trust people.

Who was the one who brought you out to drink because you were so fucking sad, took care of you and cabbed you home only to get a fucking lecture by your mother and ex? Who was the one who taught you to read Jodi Picoult’s novels and gave you assistance for your O Level’s English? Who was the one who gave you advice over your fucked up relationship? Who was the one who taught you how to makeup/dress/change? Who was the one who taught you how to resolve your class conflicts? Who was the one who fucking trusted that YOU’RE FUCKING PURE when you snucked to a room full of guys in the middle of the night? Who was the one who stood up for you, from the start to the end of the friendship, telling everybody that you’re really as naïve as you seem?

Who was the one who got hurt in the end?

In the past, I always gave in to you. I BECAME YOUR TOY BECAUSE YOU WERE ‘NICE’ TO ME. When I needed you, you were there. No matter which guy broke my heart/money/family issues, you’ll always be there for me. Were you doing it all along just for the final blow?

HIM AND ME ARE IN THE PAST. TRUE. That’s your best defense isn’t it?

BUT WHO GAVE YOU THE FUCKING RIGHTS TO BETRAY ME, TO BACKSTAB ME, TO GO BACK ON YOUR PROMISE.

WHO GAVE YOU THE FUCKING RIGHTS TO HURT YOUR OWN FUCKING BEST FRIEND

I asked you to extract the knife that hurt me. You took it out, cut a hole through my back and stab it back in, a million times harder. Don’t understand? Visualize it.

I’ll not impair my body anymore. In fact, I’m going to wait and see how God deals with you. It mightn’t be now, it might even be 5 or 10 years down the road, but we’ll wait and see. I recall all our memories as best friends and I can’t remember when everything starts to go wrong. They tell me not to feel sad over someone like you who doesn’t even give a fuck about my feelings, that from the moment you chose him, you’ve already given up on this friendship. I’d have forgiven you and taken it as a moment of folly few days back. But you didn’t come to me with an apology, YOU WERE HAPPILY IN LOVE, WITH THE GUY THAT WOUNDED ME. I can never bring myself to see past your deeds anymore, you’re no longer the friend I used to know.

I’m not only angry; I’m fucking hurt for all that you’ve done to me. I want you to pay for what you’ve done to me, every single fucking wound that you inflicted on me; I want you to receive it back, double the pain.

Oh, in the meantime, keep acting innocent. I’ll play the evil witch if you want me to ;) I’ll watch and see how happy you can be.

You are going to remember my face every time you kiss him in the future, remember that you put your ‘best friend’ through hell. Every time he touches you, you’ll be reminded of how you make me attempt to end this life. You’ll suffer a fate worse than living.