Cruel Intentions I know why you're doing this to me. I know your intentions. It seems like nobody else sees it, but I do. You fooled me for a long time. I got hurt, really bad. I was so sad, so angry, so frustrated. No one saw it, well, you probably did but you didn't care. You were satisfied, by seeing me hurting that was what you wanted, right? You took so much from me, you took my happiness. Wasn't I worth it? Didn't I deserve to laugh and smile? Jealousy isn't pretty, it's not a good quality. Maybe you should think it over one time, now that you're about to lose what you built yourself on. I will never, EVER, trust you again. You were one of my closest friends, we had known each other for seven years and then you backstabbed me. But now, you may have to feel the same way, or maybe not. But we hope for the best, right? By the way, I know that you know. And I know that you know that I know, that's what such a horrible person.
