A jihad against Rose

Rose

Sometimes I have the urge, to dash outside and marvel at all the flowers in my garden. How they sway as they are kissed softly by the breeze, how their sweet fragrances fill my lungs and make me feel like I'm a Japanese person in a stationary store.... And that rose, that sweet, sweet rose... sitting there in the corner. Beautiful, a vibrant red, it's so alluring... I just want to....



SMASH IT WITH A SLEDGE HAMMER AND BURN IT!

Yeah, that's right!

My sweet sweet rose, remember all the good times we had together? Remember all the times you took for granted?
Oh, I remember every single one of them.
Next time you go around making friends, make sure you don't associate yourself with the borderline psychotics... because that's how I'm feeling right now (psychotic, that is).

Now, I'm going to go ahead and take a chill pill and guzzle it down with this glass of liquid over he-

That was cyanide... O.O

Like I would care anyway! Did you care? Well... sometimes, but only when you needed something or needed to feel better about yourself.

Really. You think I was stupid, well I was technically. I have no idea why I want to be your friend, but you know I gave this friendship my all.

I gave you whatever you wanted, I was there for you as a shoulder for you to cry on, I was a REAL FRIEND.

While I may seem unappreciative of the bullshit remarks and complements you gave me... I am just deeply scarred and hurt, by well everything I have going on. A decent text message would make my living life worthwhile.

You could at least say something, instead so self centered. I should have figured, you only needed me when you needed someone to help you get over your relationship with your boyfriend. Well, didn't I warn you? You used all your friends, and now you're taking them all for granted and using them unknowingly for your own personal benefit. You're even using your own boyfriend to get over your sadness and loneliness. When he was down, you didn't do what he did for you, you just left him there and cried about it.

You're weak, and I despise you like Magneto despises human beings! Can't really blame him though, can you?



And here's the funny part, I still love you very much, like a sister in fact. It's like I've been blind all along, thinking you were a real friend... While there's some things that contradict all I've said... at the end of the day it's just not good enough.


You don't know what you've got until it's gone. And well, quite frankly I think you're selfish and I've lost a lot of respect for you.

I don't know what to do...

I guess, I guess I shoul-

*coughs violently*

*falls to the floor, twitching violently*

*whispers* "Damn... Cyanide...."

*dies*

Declared by Ana Lime on Friday, June 10, 2011