I favored you among everyone else. I ignored everyone else, made you feel like you were the only one in that room. Felt good, didn’t it? To have everyone else in that place ask you why I chose you. I always went straight for you. Sat beside you. Joked with you. We had so many inside jokes, you and I. You tried to kiss me but I rejected you, but even that became an inside joke. You declared your love for me and I fucked with your head, dissected those emotions you claimed to have, I felt something for like 5 seconds and then eventually got sick of it and left you all alone in your sad little bubble of feelings. You hated me for it. But even that became an inside joke, because eventually you understood that I will never really be within reach. And we were okay together as friends.

Then you got complacent. Started acting like a petulant, pompous douchebag. Whatever I’ve given you, I can take away just as easily. Have you forgotten? Well, there’s a lovely reminder for you. You want to stay mediocre, then by all means, go ahead. But don’t count me in. Such a sad stuck man. Now you’re miserable. Mediocre and miserable and you want my attention again because you know that made you feel special. Now you’re not special. Sad, isn’t it?

That’s what you get when you fuck with me.