a letter to the most toxic person in my life:

you're not fucking special.

everybody has problems, everybody goes through shit. you don't deserve an award for having issues. you think that the goddamn WORLD revolves around you, and when it doesn't, you'll do anything to make sure it does. you ruin lives like it's a game, like they don't matter, and to you, they don't. only you matter. you're selfish, and you don't care. all that matters is that you get attention, you're the most damaged, you're the victim. poor you. you always wanted to be the best, even when it came to trauma, and when you find someone with more problems than you, your only reaction is to tear them down. you tore me down to build yourself up and then blamed me for how shitty your life was.

you think we owe you everything, but we don't owe you anything.

i'm tired of being a good person, of giving you second and third and twelfth chances.

you don't deserve them.

all you care about is yourself, and being the winner of your own twisted game, because that's all people are to you: pawns. you think you're hot shit, you think you've got big plans, you think that nobody deserves you, you think you're strong and talented and above everyone else, but all you are is a bitch. you think you're entitled to peoples lives, you think you're entitled to our love, to my love, but here's what sucks! you aren't. you aren't entitled to my love, and you don't deserve it. i don't say this lightly, but i don't think you're worthy of any love.

people like you don't deserve it.

you throw away the people who love you, you fucking stomp them into the ground until you can't use them to make you feel better about yourself anymore, and then you move on. you wonder why people stab you in the back, you wonder why people leave you, wonder why nobody loves you, but it's all your fucking fault.

you did this.

you dug yourself into this hole and i'll die before i throw a rope in to pull you out.

you ruin your life for attention and then complain when nobody asks if you're okay but you're the one that drove out everybody that loved you.

i'm tired of you using me, of you using everybody, i'm tired of checking in on you, i'm tired of loving you.

you think i'm too damaged to know that i deserve better, but that's the thing about people like you: even i can tell who you really are.

you're see-through, you're pathetic, and you deserve everything you've done to yourself.

you made this mess, and burned everyone who tried to help you, and now there's nobody left.

you're going to burn away and we're all just going to watch.

i'm going to stand there and watch you burn.

and you'll deserve every second of it.