An Open Letter to Everyone:
This is the perfect medium to do this because what is this place if not a high school cafeteria? Isn't that what we do best around here--air each others dirty laundry? Throw tantrums? I am just drunk enough to care little enough to do this and there will not be a repeat performance.
You and Her.
You're up first, however, this will be brief. I have said virtually all I'm going to say, but I just have a few more things to add: You two deserve each other. The conniving bitch and the hero that saved her. Oh, precious. While it may never, ever have been physical cheating on me, it was emotional infidelity which you clearly have never taken into account. You watched her get married--how did that feel? That's where I'm at now.
You can tell me to get over myself all you like, but the fact remains I had nothing to do with your decisions. You have trashed Daniel's life, Charles' life (regardless of how big a douchebag he is), as well as mine without any concern for us. Your biggest concern was how can you possibly get back to each other while the rest of the world be damned because the cosmos owes you a fucking favor. So while everyone around you is so snowed and taken in by the Romeo and Juliet act, you will not get a shred of sympathy from me. So please, consider this the last thing I will ever say to either of you on a personal level.
You.
I had no intention of ever leaving you until you completely betrayed my trust. You were the first person I told and somehow, tell the whole world out of spite felt like a good idea? Did it accomplish what you wanted to accomplish? Because the only purpose that particular act of dickery served was to hurt me. And it hurt me as much as any knife would. I'm sure you have no idea how close I came to killing you that night, either. And there are moments when I wish I had been a few seconds faster; you might have stopped harassing me sooner.
It makes me wonder how many other people you told. How many more of my secrets have you exposed to people who don't deserve to hear them? What about his secrets? Have you told them to others as well? It isn't about cute phrases like "word vomit", but about shutting your fucking mouth. There are reasons I don't talk about certain things with anyone and a lot of times, it's because people like you throw them around like porcelain on a basketball court. It's about self-preservation; I'm not going to willingly expose myself to being shattered.
So I ran to him as a refuge from you and from them and from everything. And I am still running. But when I came to you to confide in you that I felt like nothing more than a dollar store whore, you got jealous. Jealous of what? Of mindless, meaningless sex that never saw the light of day? Grow the fuck up. More often than not, recently, I have felt like your mother and with every grabby-handed step towards me, you pushed me that much closer to him. You have no one to blame but yourself. I never used you. I never intended to use you. And every god damn word I said to you, every utterance of affection was as honest and heartfelt as it gets. What was it I said to you--Semper Fidelis?
You and Her.
You're up first, however, this will be brief. I have said virtually all I'm going to say, but I just have a few more things to add: You two deserve each other. The conniving bitch and the hero that saved her. Oh, precious. While it may never, ever have been physical cheating on me, it was emotional infidelity which you clearly have never taken into account. You watched her get married--how did that feel? That's where I'm at now.
You can tell me to get over myself all you like, but the fact remains I had nothing to do with your decisions. You have trashed Daniel's life, Charles' life (regardless of how big a douchebag he is), as well as mine without any concern for us. Your biggest concern was how can you possibly get back to each other while the rest of the world be damned because the cosmos owes you a fucking favor. So while everyone around you is so snowed and taken in by the Romeo and Juliet act, you will not get a shred of sympathy from me. So please, consider this the last thing I will ever say to either of you on a personal level.
You.
I had no intention of ever leaving you until you completely betrayed my trust. You were the first person I told and somehow, tell the whole world out of spite felt like a good idea? Did it accomplish what you wanted to accomplish? Because the only purpose that particular act of dickery served was to hurt me. And it hurt me as much as any knife would. I'm sure you have no idea how close I came to killing you that night, either. And there are moments when I wish I had been a few seconds faster; you might have stopped harassing me sooner.
It makes me wonder how many other people you told. How many more of my secrets have you exposed to people who don't deserve to hear them? What about his secrets? Have you told them to others as well? It isn't about cute phrases like "word vomit", but about shutting your fucking mouth. There are reasons I don't talk about certain things with anyone and a lot of times, it's because people like you throw them around like porcelain on a basketball court. It's about self-preservation; I'm not going to willingly expose myself to being shattered.
So I ran to him as a refuge from you and from them and from everything. And I am still running. But when I came to you to confide in you that I felt like nothing more than a dollar store whore, you got jealous. Jealous of what? Of mindless, meaningless sex that never saw the light of day? Grow the fuck up. More often than not, recently, I have felt like your mother and with every grabby-handed step towards me, you pushed me that much closer to him. You have no one to blame but yourself. I never used you. I never intended to use you. And every god damn word I said to you, every utterance of affection was as honest and heartfelt as it gets. What was it I said to you--Semper Fidelis?