Mr. Nobody

I didn’t really know how to write about you, I am not even sure if you’re worth any empathy, I shouldn’t think of you anymore, your memory isn’t something I look forward to remember, but I don’t hate you, No, hate is an overstatement, I don’t feel any of it, at all. You were an ungrateful prick, and it would be too unfair if I label you more than that, I am sure that you are possibly a good son, a brother, a friend, and I am not gonna take that credit away from you.

But how you treated me, was unacceptable, and I would like to give you the same level of courtesy. This is not an immature fit, or an act to get unwanted attention, No, I just needed to be me, I just needed to be the kind of person that I am, a person who is sentimental, reclusive, weird and unforgiving. I just wanted you to know that how you treated me made an enormous impact on my confidence, not just mentally but more on a physical aspect. I did not deserve that. No one deserves that.

Remember when you told me that I act like a guy? I dress like a guy, I talk like a guy, didn’t you know that maybe, I got more balls than you will ever have? Yes, you are a good-looking guy, hell, you were even part of a dance group, who wouldn’t swoon over that? I mean, a guy who’s got the looks, the dance moves, it was the perfect ruse to make the girls fall for you, but did you ever care about our feelings? Doesn’t being a guy mean being there when we are most vulnerable? Not to lure us and promise us pure love while giving the opposite. What good of a guy are you if you can’t respect our boundaries and foible? You were so fake that it didn’t take me a long time to figure you out, how you prey on a girl’s infirmity, how you had your way with words to get what you want, to have the upper hand, to prevail. I saw right through your mask, and I ripped it off before you got to me.

It wasn’t a real heartbreak though, I didn’t exactly cry for you, I shed a couple of tears just to console myself, but it was nothing to me, I had a crush on you and that was it, no connection has ever tied me to be so depressed and all. You were a piece of trash that I threw away, I get a laugh whenever I think about it, how immature you were, how insensitive you were, how stupid I was.

How have you been doing? Did you change your ways? Did you become a better person? Did you man up? Or are you still the same boy who manipulates girls according to his favor? I didn’t think so.