I know it is not my place to judge who is worthy and who should be condemned to a gruesome and torturous death in this world - hell, if it was, there would probably be none of you left.  That is beside the point.  How hard do I have to try?  How much longer do I have to persist before I finally fucking get that you are seriously a fucking waste of life?  Rude and unforgivable thoughts like, “Your mother should have aborted you” enters my mind from time to time.  I find myself wishing you did not exist, that I never met you, that I wish I could tell you I feel sorry for whoever you end up with because that person will likely complete suicide after realizing that being with you was a huge mistake.  In fact, nothing could please me more if I found out you were miserable and hated yourself.

That’s how angry and fed I am with some people.  That is how fuckstrated I am trying to be the good guy.  That is how much done I am with being your friend.  You are not worthy.  You do not deserve decent people in your life.  You are nothing. 

Fuck you.

Here is me walking away…until the next time I do something nice and it goes unnoticed as well.