You never cared, did you?
I know you never liked me.
Now, don’t try to deny it. I could see it in your eyes. The thinly veiled disgust and annoyance when I screwed up yet again. The heavy sigh you always blow out of mouth and nose, the air whooshing and whistling loudly, as you had to fix my mistakes yet again. The way you would always massage your temples with your fingers and close your eyes, silently counting to ten when I came running to you, asking for help yet again.
I know I’m not perfect. Never have been, never will be. Yet, does that really give you an excuse to ignore me, try to claim that you don't like me, that “no, I don’t know who that person is”.
Yes, I know about that. Don’t look so surprised. I’m not as stupid as you think. I know how you talk behind my back and that you treat me awfully. I guess I was just desperate. I wanted to believe that there was just one freaking person in this world that liked me. Actually, maybe you’re right. I am stupid. I was stupid enough to let myself believe that you liked me, that you actually cared.
Well, remember yesterday?
How you told me, and I repeat:
“Are you really that stupid?! Can’t you tell I don’t like you?!”
I see you remember what you said next:
“Unless you’re about to die or commit suicide, I will never pay attention to you!”
Well, let me ask you:
Have I got your attention now?