rage shit bc of you

you built a fence around yourself and started to burn every single bridge, now tell me, how am i supposed to reach out to you?
it feels like we're not worthy of each others' time anymore and probably it's better off that way. if you don't care, then i don't care. i'm sick of pretending that everything's fine between us. the plain thought of you makes me want to vomit. what you do behind my back makes me vomit. now, go ahead and throw every memory. it's practically useless now, is it? how long can you hide behind those goody-goody shoes? it's pathetic. i think it's time for me to turn around now and head over the other direction. i'm sick of walking beside you. or behind you. i'm sick of tagging along, trying still to fit in your world. i'm not meant for this shit. if this is what you call a "friend", then i'd rather not have one like you.