You are. I know it.
I know a lot of people who would've just rolled over by now, curled inside themselves, and given up.
But not you. You haven't done that yet.
And I'm not letting you.
I'm looking after you.
Let them talk, let them bitch, let them do whatever the fuck they want.
They don't own you. They don't control you.
They don't like you, it's their own fault.
It's not your problem if they always manage to find something wrong with you.
It's their own fault for not seeing what's right in front of them..
And her.
Yes, her.
Ignore her, ignore what she says, ignore what she does, ignore it all.
She doesn't appreciate you.
She doesn't deserve to even know you.
You hold it together so well, no one would ever know.
But I know, I can see behind that mask. I can see you hurting.
And it hurts me.
I admire your strength, your courage, your stamina.
Everything about you.
You should too.
Doesn't matter what goes on with them, or what they say about you, to you.
You're beautiful, you're amazing, you're everything to me.
Don't lose that strength.
Don't get hurt anymore.
Don't make me watch it.
She can get fucked.
The amount of times I've had to restrain myself from hurting her, when she walks past me.
The thoughts that go through my mind, how I can hurt her like she has hurt you.
You can say revenge is wrong.
What she does is wrong.
She's so lucky, and doesn't even know it.
She has a best friend who would jump in front of traffic for her, bend over backwards for her.
And she still doesn't understand.
She still takes it all for granted.
And treats you like shit.
I promised.
I promised I wouldn't do anything, I'm staying away.
You know how hard that is?
Everytime I see her, my fists clench.
But I can promise you, the second you give me the 'ok', she's going to regret everything.
I can be a bitch, I know it.
When it comes to my friends, I'll do anything.
I'll hurt someone. Don't care who it is.
And I'll crush them, bad.
I've done it before, and I'll do it again. No one messes with my friends.
Fuck with me all you fucking want.
But they're off limits, kay?
I don't like her.
She knows that.
She knows to keep her distance.
Thank her for me?
Love you, gorgeous.
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