おかえりなさい。

Dear Asshole,
This whole month that you were gone, I actually missed you, okay.
I couldn't contact you because of the following reasons.

1. I DON'T HAVE VIBER.
2. Even if I did, you didn't have a stable wifi connection, wherever it was that you'd gone. I could call or text you and you wouldn't even know till maybe hours later, when you finally managed to hook up to some wifi connection or something.

Obviously you never cared that there was an 18-year-old who was at home obviously wondering if you were alright, wondering if things were okay on your side. And said 18-year-old didn't want to text you on whatsapp cos she didn't want to bother you. Like, hey, you could be having the time of your life not having to worry about the people back at home. Did you ever think about that?

Apparently not.

And now that you're home, the first thing you do is ask me if mum and I had used the air-conditioning every night. In your opinion, we so obviously had, because your opinion on anything and everything is spot-on even though you'd been away for a month, right? We hadn't used the air-conditioning at all except for the few nights that were too hot.

"Don't bluff me!" was what you said. Because I had everything to gain from bluffing you, didn't I? The only thing I do is lie, lie, lie to your face, isn't it? That's all I'm good for, after all. Nice to know what I'm worth in your eyes.

And when I asked where you'd gone (I honestly only knew that you'd gone to China and Hong Kong), you immediately scoffed at me. Obviously I didn't "miss" you, because I didn't even know where you'd gone. Ha ha, I must have thought I was so clever, trying to pull the wool over your eyes! You were too smart to see through my lies, weren't you?

I was shocked when you said that, to be honest. Shocked and hurt. So you know what? Here's what you WANT to hear.

I never missed you. I had a motherfucking CELEBRATION when you left, okay? I was hoping that you'd NEVER come back. I fucking PRAYED that you'd never come back, because I hate you so goddamned much. And when you came back, I was so DISAPPOINTED. I was hoping that you'd fucking DIED, so that I'd never have to see your face again.

Does that make you happy now? This is what you wanted to hear, isn't it?

おかえりなさい。Welcome home, asshole. Welcome home, now will you let me cry in peace? It's a wonderful coming-home celebration, isn't it?

Love FUCK YOU.
Me

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