“Bitch.”

Can you care to explain to me why you still go around acting like nothing is wrong in front of my face? Calling me a bitch behind my back is not only low (on your part) and immature, but it also exposes your true colors. If you can’t say it to my face, then why say anything to my face at all? More so, if I’m so much of a bitch, why do you still have the audacity to hit me up (when you need something), or say ‘hi’ to me everytime we pass each other? Let me shove this fact in your face: I’m not your friend. I’m not friends with anyone who cannot carry their own pride and accept what was given to them. I’m not friends with anyone who cannot grow enough balls to realize that whatever happened just already happened. I’m not friends with anyone who hold grudges, even if they received a legitimate reason to their questions of whys. I’m not friends with anyone who spreads lies, especially when they knew the truth. More importantly, and more on point with this subject, I’m not friends with anyone who carries two faces. So your ‘hi’s’ are pointless. Your attempts to start up a conversation will never occur because you lack the ignition and the engine as a whole. Your eagerness to know the answer to a question (so you ask me out of all people) will remain unanswered because I don’t reply to people who treat me like shit behind my back. Out of curiosity, why do you even check up on me when you tell others that you hate me so much? You’re ridiculous, immature, rude and disrespectful. I definitely don’t mind you staying out of my life. I mean, I know you’ve been sippin’ on that haterade for months now, but deep down, you still care but you show it in the worst way. So in conclusion and more obvious, I can and will never be your friend again.