Parasite,

"Can we talk?" You said.

You blamed it on your now ex girlfriend, saying she wrote the messages.

But you let her send it. You're not innocent in this, despite your best efforts to show yourself that way.

And how fitting for you to text me only after you two broke up. I should have known. You'd never have reached out if you were still together. Ha, just like old times. Except you won't have my shoulder anymore. I wish you luck in getting over it.

Maybe this time you'll actually make good on your claim to abstain from dating.

Though I don't have much confidence in you, still, who knows. Maybe this will last, unlike our friendship.

I truly wish you happiness, but I'm through with being used and downtrodden. We will never be friends again, and mark my words, because I keep the promises I mean to keep.

You said you're moving in with a family member, and that you'll be closer to where I live now.

Was that a hint that you thought we could hang out?

You scared me, asking to talk, and all you sent was a measly sentence.

I was going to give you the time of day you know, to say everything you had to say.

I guess I wasn't even worth your time.