I went to see her today because I felt like it was time. To keep people for use, you must indulge them. I didn’t hate it like I thought I would. It was alright. I’ve avoided seeing her multiple times, to the point that she was calling my boyfriend to ask me if he knew whether or not I was angry or hated her.
I’m not angry. I don’t hate all that much. I just don’t care. I don’t care to be a part of their world anymore and I only did it today because I was hungry and had a snake to show off. I’d rather spend time with my animals than bother with anyone anymore. What good are people but as tools to be used and garbage to take out and eventually throw away?
Such a waste, everything I do. Wasted effort on ingrates, for causes I don’t believe in and a curiosity that no longer exists. I don’t even care for their reactions any longer. It was funny before, and now it’s nothing more than statistical bullshit. I know what you’ll do, and on the off chance that I don’t?
It doesn’t matter what you do because I don’t fucking care. If you can live your lie, I can live mine. And I can live it far enough away that I won’t be able to see you anymore.
You’re thinking of moving away? Good. You do that. Don’t expect sympathy from me. You go from treating me like I’m your toy to suddenly acting like you give a fuck. You should have known from my previous backstabbing that I don’t take kindly to leashes. I chew them off and then I take your arm. The whole fucking thing.
But whatever. I don’t care. I have a place now, a sea, and I’ve decided that in it I shall throw all the things I don’t like. They will wash up on the shore at first, but give me some time, and one day they will be lost so deep that they won’t ever come back.