Dear ■■■■■■■ ■■■■■,

I'm very pleased you blocked me out of your life completely. I've consistently had the displeasure of keeping you as a friend despite fiending over someone that wasn't yours. Seeing how vulnerable you were to a boy who didn't want or need you must have had an undesirable feeling lingering over you, correct? The boy who desired time with me over you, ever since day one. I must intimidate you just by clutching his hand. Despite wanting me gone, you still seat yourself so close to me, whether in class or outside of school. You reek of envy.

Forgive my arrogance. I could just never see myself dropping onto my knees and digging myself a grave like you have.

It disheartens me that you thought you had a chance regardless of a relationship status. But I imagine you must be dispirited by the fact that you cannot excuse promiscuity as polyamory anymore, yes? We all know you're quite a lover of infidelity. And you used to get away with it because you were young and not so close to adulthood yet. But now that's changed. In less than a year, you will be 18 years old. Just about a month younger than me. And I imagine you will not have changed, despite having the time to.

You couldn't even change the odor of filth that followed you every time you walked into a room.

And maybe once you come across this letter, you will see it as a threat. You will be intimidated by words on your half broken phone screen, and attempt to resolve it with your fists, or drinks that you throw from a distance. Just like when you attempted to fight with that ■■■■■■■■ girl 3 years ago. And you so desperately claim that you won as well.

You've lost life's lottery more times than you've won it. Give up. You try so hard to be better than me, and fail, and fall down the steps further every time. I am at the door of life, while you are at the bottom of the stairwell, drinking and smoking your life away. Your swine heart cannot be concealed any further. You make no attempts to hide it anyways.

Isn't that right?