You Can't Keep Me
You don't deserve the time and energy it will take for me to type this. But I can't pick the phone up and end it. I just can't. I can't deal with your piggy little eyes following me in the hallways and smirking your judgments about me to your cronies. I want it to fade out. I will not write to you this summer. You are vapid, you are insecure, and you drag me down.
I can't pick up the phone. But I will. I'm sick of how you make me feel.
You were never my friend. Now you will never get to be.
Your loss. Your comments and your whining and your backstabbing and your hurtful, hurtful laugh, you can keep.
But you can't keep me.