Unsent Messages

I’m done being petty. You brought me down to your level when I read that poem about me, and I exhausted myself trying to return the favor. I made a public playlist, posted God-knows-how-many shady messages on this website… but that’s exactly what you wanted. You wanted me to react. To be angry. To give your friends a reason to hate me so that they'd share your perspective. To bait me into leaving some of my own breadcrumbs behind. So, let me be straightforward with you and put an end to all of this - I never searched for you. Someone sent me that poem because you couldn't be bothered to cover my face in that photo. That way, everyone would be EXTRA sure that it was about me, right? (Although, the lines were painfully obvious to begin with. Sound familiar? You may have deleted that blog post, but I haven’t forgotten what you wrote about me. At least, not yet.) Since then, I've been finding myself anticipating your next scathing critique, even though I know that nothing I do will change the fact that I'll always be the villain of your story. I can’t make it any clearer to you than right now - stop. It’s over. I surrender, you win? All of the backhanded compliments, excuses, silent treatments, and unhealthy co-dependence… that isn’t what friendship means to me anymore. And I’m SO glad I finally realized that. My true friends know my character, and it's not the one that you wrote about. It seems that blocking you on everything wasn't enough for you to get the message, so hopefully, it'll sink in here. I forgive you, but it's been over a year since we've last talked. Why do you still feel the need to antagonize me after all this time?Jealousy? Anger? Sadness? Nostalgia for your emotional punching bag? Nothing's changed, but I certainly have. With that being said... please leave me alone. I'm done.