The Consequence of Pushing me to the Limit

Just when you start to think that you're doing the right thing and trying to stop being a bitch, unimaginable things happen...

And to the object of my unaffection, suffer my rage, fury & wrath.

I am so tired of having to deal with this over and over again. I may not be the nicest person in the world but believe me that my efforts were sincere but now I can say that I shouldn’t have been that nice to you. You don’t deserve it because all you see is that in this stupidity you are the victim. Yes perhaps you are the victim but it was because you of all people did something that you now regret. That is not my problem that is yours and stop dragging me into the pit you’re destined to be in. I am actually so pissed because for the first time I decided to be kind and be a real friend to you… what do I get? A bang on the phone and a lot of unkind words. You know what your problem is? You are in denial, you believe in the things you want to believe in. Wake up! When you tell me (which is all the time) that I should listen to myself and that I should look at who I am, you make me sound like I’m the proudest most evil person in the world. Don’t you get it? I don’t want to lie to you because if I do you’ll just start believing again that maybe I still love you. I DON’T, don’t you get it? I’m telling you the truth. I am not saying those things to make you suffer, to make you unhappy or to spite you. I am saying those things to make you understand and because it’s the truth. Now you are telling me that I should think first before saying anything because I have told you all those hurtful things I have said? You better think a million times or more before asking those stupid questions or better yet shut your mouth if you don’t want to hear the real answers to your questions. You asked if I miss you, and you asked that when we were having a normal conversation – a real normal conversation after a long time. My God, stop doing that, you’re pissing people off and you’re not actually doing yourself a favor. You know that’s the real problem with you, stop being so melodramatic, move on and stop blaming me for your miseries. Hate me all you want, I don’t care. I even think we'll be even because I hate you too, even more than you do.