I am disappointed at you; for I never treated you that way. Anyways, I will be over it in time, only I will know better than to ever ask you for anything.
It’s not just the last incident; I’ve been piling up some stuff since you kept yelling at me “enty magnouna”. I did not reply to you then because I was too focused to not say hurtful things like you did, but here it goes: Yes, I am crazy, but that doesn’t make you any better. I am the kind of crazy who would always give support to those I care for. I am the kind of crazy that would rather bite my tongue before saying shit to them, the way you did that day. You think I replied? You have no idea!! You know me better and you know how mean I can be, instead you saw me cry… you should have known it hurt.
And by the way, you have no idea what it’s like to walk one mile in my shoes. You don’t get to give me parenting advice; however, you get to keep them for when you’re a mother. For what it's worth, you'll make a good one some day.
For someone who speaks so much of personal space, you should know better than to underestimate my need for my own space.
And for the love of God, how come you always play devil’s advocate, but you never stop to consider that may be I could use some advocating myself!!
I realize being upset with you is only hard because I expected more from you, it’s my bad. I should have not count you as a friend; my friends do better, and you are better to your friends; therefore, it doesn’t make us friends. I was stupid to think otherwise. I guess this is why I am upset.
I really still care for you. I still think highly of you, and whenever asked, I will always say you’re good friend. Just not mine.
I wish you may never have problems like mine, I wish life always gives you its best, and I wish you never feel the way I do right now.