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.