I will not write about you

I sat and I thought "you're not valuable enough to be written about by me", but I wanted to let it out so I decided to write about the feelings you have caused me instead. You, sweetheart, you are the single most unbearable person I have ever met. Everything you do makes me almost suicidal. Every time I attempt to find the shore and escape my misery you pull me back in. I have always ranted to you about my mother but you are far, far worse. You always believe you're the victim, you are the social justice warrior my dear, you definitely qualify as god. And me, oh I'm just that evil rude bitch, after all, I committed the sin of having self respect. I'm pretty sure you qualify for being mentally ill therefore I should forgive you, but I don't believe in that principle. My soul cannot wait for the moment you leave, even if I have nobody else. In the end, in better words, you taught me a lot, especially patience, but I hope to never meet someone like you ever again.