Remember that time I said I wished you'd be hit by a bus, Abeer?
I meant it.
I know that makes me a horrible person, but am I really to blame? I don't like what you've done to me. I don't like that you have the power to make me this hard-assed bossy woman with a heart of stone, forgetting the kind person I used to be.
When I get angry, I tell the truth. I really do wish you would leave me alone - but only because I cannot torture myself any more. I've never been hurt to such an extent until you taught me how deeply I could be betrayed. Where once I wanted to make you happy, now the only thing that will make me happy is you leaving me to be.
I don't think most people can stomach the true nature of my feelings for you. Love is a pretty thing, something enviable and something which we celebrate. But in my case, it's pretty messed up, if I do say so myself. I mean, come on! Do you even know how hard it is not to break down every time someone mentions our past? Which, may I add, is way too often than I'd like since the day you decided to flaunt the news to the press.
It really is hard, Abeer. I don't think I can survive another day without either murdering you or jumping your bones right there and then.
Wow, do I hear myself? I'm going absolutely, batshit, crazy.
Guess whose fault that is?
... With that being said, Meher crumpled the piece of paper and threw it on top of the stash on crumpled papers lying near the dustbin.
