God fucking damn it all.

I hate you. You and your preaching. You and your attempts at being subtle in your bitterness towards what I am and who I am are getting on my last nerve and frankly, you're being about as subtle as a freight train. How the fuck did we become friends when you changed too much just because I couldn't respond to your advances? How the fuck could I have been so blind to remain your friend and think that you still saw me as one. You're obviously living a bitter, empty life and trying to fling barbs at me, sour-graping about my life and then pretending that you had never wanted what I wanted. You said so yourself that the first step to everything is always the hardest to take but you can't be happy for me that I took that first step toward what I wanted? You'd done things to embarrass me, but I'd never brought those up because I chose to forgive you.

All for this? This kind of stupid psychological war that you're trying to wage that I want no part of?! Grow the fuck up and get a new brain, I've never liked psy-wars and fighting one with you is the last thing that I want.