I guess it just isn't my season yet. It feels as if you've come to tear me apart. Week, after week. My heart's ripped open. I'm sure you're happy. Ebullient? Elated? Euphoric? All of the above? I'm quite certain, yes. So what if you're chosen? Does it necessarily make everyone else feel inferior? You didn't deserve it. If you weren't introduced to us, do you think you'd be as secure as you are now? Do you, really?

You've been given so many chances. Use them wisely, please. Because it'll hurt if you don't. Trying to love you is torture to my soul. I didn't think yesterday would affect me this much. I'm sure you don't have any evil intentions. Just to exterminate me from the face of this earth, possibly? I must admit I have a wild imagination. You don't want to tread on my path, I can state that for sure. It's a pity you've done it.

I won't leave because of you. But I'm a vengeful person, unfortunately. I love my warm water. I pray for perfect eyesight. I hope the eye-offending brine I tear doesn't disturb you. I'm sure your head's exploding with innovative ideas. Creations nobody has ever come across. Oh, and one more thing. Continue sticking, because it'll be easier for me to take action.

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You're a much better friend than what I previously thought you were :)