karma.

After talking to my best friend, it all makes sense. It makes perfect sense.

I never asked you for anything but honesty. I kept it 100% with you, why couldn't you do the same? You complained that you weren't treated right, and how bad things were, but if it was such a problem, why did you go back? You had a choice. You chose the pain, but why you made me hurt too is beyond me.

Speaking to my best friend, I realized I was still upset, and I was on the verge of tears but I won't cry because of this again. Why should I? From the day you hit me up, I had signs and I ignored all of them. You left me in my dreams and you left me in real life. Coincidence? I think not.

I remember when I first met you, I told you I was talking to someone else. You didn't have a problem with it. And I started pushing him to the side and treating him the way you're treating me now. A prime example of karma. I shouldn't have hid it from him that I was talking to you. But here's a difference between me and you: it took me some time to tell him, but I told him. You're still hiding it from me. And you pride yourself on being a gentleman? Pack it up, son.

"I think they call this, umm, venting."