What's wrong with you?

What's wrong with you?

What's wrong with you? Why the sudden onslaught of caring? After the way you treated me. After all that you've done. After all your toxicity.

Even your ex notices how you treat me when you were still dating. Didn't think I'm still talking to your ex, did you? Didn't think that of all things, it was YOUR MOTHER who gave me his number, did you? Oh, 'lady' there is so many things you don't know I know about you. Just because I don't say it, and just because I haven't been pushed far enough yet, doesn't mean I won't use it one day.

Even Aristotle Onassis had a little black book. Why do you think he became so rich and powerful? Too bad I haven't Onassis' conscience. I'd have screwed you and applied the pressure a long time ago. Perhaps I should have. You more than deserve it. You be careful now. Did you know ur ex asked me before: Why do you put up with her? Why do you let her do all that to you? You're too nice, you know? And she knows you're soft-hearted. You be careful with her. I bet you she's master-minding something.

You are using my soft-heartedness against me, aren't you? That's exactly what you're doing, isn't it? After years of dissing me off, after years of putting me down, after years of making me feel fat, stumpy and ugly, and an absolute nerd, now when I look better than I have in years, all of a sudden, you feel challenged, eh? Now that your position in life has changed drastically, all of a sudden you want a taste of what you used to have?

Darling, what I have, and what you have is light years apart. I might not have men who buy me things, but I know I have genuine friends who care for me and who would look after my backside and help me out when I need them. You have no idea what that's like. You don't know how I thank God each day that I have these people in my life. UNchristian, UNgodly, and as UN-church-going as I am. What's the point of going to church when your entire life is a lie? That's called being a Pharisee.

As for your former life, TOO LATE, bay-beh. We all have to pay the price for our choices. Decisions come with consequences. You made your bed, you sleep in it. 3 buzzes in 4 days, I say that's a record. Asking for something you know damn well you can obtain without asking me for it. Unfortunately, for you, 'lang si oo hoi eh', your little games have gone too far. Years of getting annoyed has culminated in one icy decision.

Those who know me would know, I have little fires, but when you've gone too far, I'd suddenly turn to ice, and it's so cold, it burns. Like the liquid nitrogen I used to use for storage of cells. Honey, I seriously couldn't give a damn anymore about you. Oh! If your car broke down along the North-South Highway, I still might give you a ride to the nearest town, but that's all. A common courtesy for a common stranger.

You abused my friendship. You abused my trust. You abused my nice-ness and tried to play ring-a-ring-a-roses around me. You climbed over my head, and then rubbed hot chilli into my eyes. And when it bled, you rubbed salt grains into the wounds. Oh yes, I am tired of this. Yes, I am nice, I am also a very very blur sotong, but I ain't stupid. For years, I've watched you. For years, I've waited for you to realise how self-absorbed and selfish you could be. For years, I've tried to gently talk to you. Well, I'm sorry. Maybe I am no longer as patient as I was, but I couldn't be bothered anymore.

You tried making me your doormat, and tried grinding your dirty boots in it, didn't you? Well, watch me dust said doormat in your face. GO FUCK YOURSELF. OH, wait, you've been fucking so many men in your life, you're probably a public toilet by now. Not free, but still cheap.

Btw, I'm proud to be a nerd. It comes with it's perks. And I am a pretty good-looking nerd anyway, if I may say so myself. It's way better than being a ditzy jock bimbo, with a hole the size of a crater on the moon.