It was an innocent wall post by a friend, asking about Malaysia’s most famous cheat (ok, allegedly a cheat), that set me off. Like waking up from a fitful sleep it occurred to me, you know what, I f*cking hate you, Mr. ex-boyfriend. I hate you.
It is not your place to tell me that “we are okay”. That, is entirely up to me. I get to decide. It is my choice.
And f*ck no, we are not okay.
I don’t want to be your friend. I have not wanted to be your friend for a long time now. I just haven’t gotten around to saying it out loud.
So… no, we’re not friends.
Please, I am not heartbroken. Or angry. I just hate you. You repulse me.
If you were in front of me I would make a repulsed face, get up and walk away.
Have a good life.
(of course I didn’t mean that, not even a little bit).
Now, get out of mine. I quit being your friend. I quit.