A Can of Worms.

I wonder. How far would a person push to get his way?
To justify his hate?
To nullify his emotions?

Alvin. You really, really, really pissed me off today. And the fact that I am writing it on my blog means I was REALLY pissed.

All your statements, ALL your comments, ALL your opinions were absolutely unnecessary, yet you kept stomping on grounds that were not even yours.
Something inside me broke.

Once, twice was ok. I understood. But after so many times, it does not make logical sense.

You want me to be your enemy?

What do you gain out of making those scathing comments about me?

You say you don't hate me, but I only see otherwise.

What is wrong with you?

Seriously?


Your emotions are all that matter is it?
So that you can justify, and fill your heart with hate isn't it?
So that you can edify yourself and convince yourself that "yes, he is as nasty as I thought he is."

You're happy now?

I havn't spoken so spitefully for so long.

You think you know everybody around you. You justify your knowledge of our mutual friends to thumb me down.
Is "our mutual friends" all the friends that I have.

sorry. I have far more friends then that.

A conversation that started out with well meaning ON MY SIDE, was mutilated, twisted and warped into a horrendous spit fighting the likes I havn't seen for years.









I told you halfway through the conversation that each word is a stab wound which you CANNOT heal once you say it.
It leaves a scar, in the place where your position as "friend" was.


whatever it is, you won the battle.

I really don't care about you, and I don't know you anymore.

I don't want to know you anymore.

It is people like you which fill the world with spite and hate.

People like you who only think of yourself before typing out the words to stab another.



I can't get the conversation out of my head.
I tried.



You really fucked me up big time.