Friend is not a term I use loosely.

It’s not fair to my real friends if I call a horrible person my friend.

A horrible person doesn’t need to be treated like gold.

But, I wasn’t a horrible person to you. I was your friend, fact.

You were no friend of mine.

I will never run the risk of calling you my friend again.

But, you owed it to me to be a decent human being.

Now you’re just a person who used to be apart of my life and if I never have to see your face again, well, that’d be quite alright with me.

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