It’s too late to say sorry. It’s too late to come clean. It’s too late to come back. It’s too late to be a “friend”. It’s too late.
You had a lot of chances. I rooted for you. You let me down and I’m ok with that.
I’m not ok with my life. I am not ok with having suffered as a result of my choices that were made while trying desperately to improve my circumstances. I am not ok for suffering and hurting for helping others. I am not ok with people who are mean-spirited, vile, and empty making my life miserable even though I try to let it roll off my back. I am not ok with being under appreciated and taken for granted.
I am not ok with the hostility I face. I am not ok with living the way that I do. I am not ok with wanting a life I will probably never come close to having. I am not ok with your wagging that finger in my face all the time as if you are some kind of fucking guru.
I see through you. You are just like me except I have the guts to show how ugly I feel.
Fuck you.