• "I don't want to deal with this s**t anymore.
    I said sorry, and I meant it.
    You didn't accept, so ah well.
    If this were flipped...
    I would have forgiven you.
    But whatever.
    I've loved you sense we met.
    And I still do.
    But now!
    I've stopped caring.
    From the time we met you always, always, came before me.
    Not anymore.
    I give up on you.
    I always cared what you thought.
    I always kept you in mind.
    Even when you were with Chelsea I loved you.
    But I let you be with her.
    Because it made you happy.
    Forgot the fact it made me miserable seeing you with her.
    Forgot the fact that, if it were my way, you would have been with me.
    Then, finally, after years of praying and hoping, it happens.
    And all you talk about is her.
    It's always "Chelsea this," "Chelsea that,"
    It made me wonder if you were just pretending I was Chelsea.
    It made me wonder if you loved me at all.
    You only ever seemed to love Chelsea.
    And that hurt.
    It hurt to the point I couldn't cry over it.
    But whatever.
    What. The ********. Ever.
    Because in this game, apparently only you matter.
    I matter too, damnit. I'm allowed to be happy.
    When I talk to David, I'm never scared that he loves someone else. He never brings up anyone but me. I know it's only me.
    Never did I have that with you.
    With you I always had that nagging;
    "He loves Chelsea more."
    "He's thinking about Chelsea."
    For the longest time, I hated Chelsea. I met her, and we became friends.
    Even though it killed me that she was so perfect.
    So nice, so sweet, so pretty.
    And I saw why it was her.
    It killed me, while we got closer. The more I grew you love her [as a friend, that is.] the more I realized...how perfect she was.
    I wanted to hate her...withe very fiber of my being...but I couldn't.
    So I put up with it.
    For you.
    For you, you insensitive, selfish, b*****d.
    And you never shut the ******** up about her.
    It killed me.
    And I slowly started giving up on you.
    David makes me happy. I'm allowed to have happiness. Or I should be.
    I tried to stay your friend. But you won't have it. I give up. I'm tired of being the happy Shion that just does whatever it takes to keep you happy.
    Maybe this has been long coming. Maybe it hasn't. Who knows? Who cares?
    Give me a minute while I get a grip and stop crying.
    ...
    Ok. I'm done.
    And that's the last time I'll ever let you make me cry.
    I'm done with you.
    Have a long, happy life without me.
    Shion."

    You think you have it easy my friend?
    You think i enjoy who i am?
    You think i enjoy what i am turning out to be?
    If you do.
    Then you clearly have it wrong.
    I've never had it easy.
    Not like you have.
    Not like Chelsea has.
    Not like "Chris" has.
    Not like "David" has.
    I'm different than all of you.
    Do you really feel that way my friend?
    Do you really feel that much resentment to me?
    Yeah, i read your poems too.
    I see what you say.
    Every time you say.
    "I give up".
    I KNOW for a fact that it is another lie though your teeth.
    I had an aphiany that night.
    I'm not myself.
    I don't like that.
    You...
    And your prissy little chew toy David.
    Made me personally realize this.
    So i thank you for that experience.
    I personally don't care what you think of me.
    Seeing as how you think i am a selfish b*****d.
    You think you are any better?
    You only have yourself in mind Shion.
    You and nobody else.
    You can call me stupid to your hearts content.
    But i know better.