a mean one
i hope you never read this. i hope you never know that I can't stand you, that I'm able to put on a brave face and brush it aside.
you're not the devil, you're nothing that special, you're just insecure and you take it out on others. you weaponise obligation. for someone who won't shut up about the housemate who doesn't do anything with their life, neither do you. you complain constantly. you are critical to a ridiculous extent— you don't drive but I wouldn't be shocked to hear you smugly comment that "this isn't the route I'd take" from the backseat. you live in a glass house and all you do is throw stones.
it shocks me that you have siblings, because you have the entitlement of an only child. you can't share, and you treat people like toys. to you, a relationship is a coupon to redeem for a person's time and energy, regardless of whether they want to give it or not.
in your mind, everything has a win and a lose condition, and you are a sore loser.
you're why I can't spend time with her lately. you're why I'm not her girlfriend yet, at least partially. you're why I don't want to fucking come over to her place.
and you think you're such a fucking victim.
I'm not even trying to suggest that I'm the victim. nobody is. you're just too immature to see that.