At the moment i feel fine, because i know i’ll have a great amount of time watching you suffer from being a two faced motherfuck*r. If you think you can badmouth me behind my back without any consequence, you’re mistaken my friend. I’m calling you out from this article i’m making. I’m not going to lie, i know i’m being a bad person by doing what i am doing. But the hatred in my mind is just too huge to contain anymore. I’ve always backed you up whenever you were in trouble, from pushing your broken down motorcycle for miles and miles of sketchy Jakarta’s urban streets, up to accompanying you when your grandfather passed away. But to know the cold hard truth about what you were really doing behind my back just really disgusts me. I’m just eaten by anger because i should’ve known about this long ago but i chose not to suspect you of anything. Having a jolly laugh and smiling all the time in front of me, but accusing me of being someone i’m not behind my back.
Of all these years being my friend..or may i say pretending to be my friend. You’ve been nothing but a helping hand to me, whenever i needed someone to talk to you’d be one of the first to respond. Especially when i was finishing my final paper in college that took me roughly two years to finish. i’ve considered you a close tight friend. But you know what they say about a glass of milk that could be ruined by a drop of ink? Yeah, that’s the situation you’re in. No more words from your mouth that i would trust in the future, everything you say, i would take it with a grain of salt.