Ruled.

Hey. 

 What?

I need you to call me.
And why is that?
I just need you to.
Well I can’t, I am busy.
Well alright then, I thought I would give you a piece of my mind.
Oh whatever!

You know what? What the hell? I am done being good to you. I highly recommend you get acquainted with the term “friend.”The definition that you use for a friend is something so extremely different in so many levels. For you a friend is someone who gabs, chats and babbles to you all day long. But trust me my darling; you are not going to be befriending a mate as such in any time now or even possibly ever. You consider yourself a being so irresistible, appealing and enticing, but truth be told, you are nothing but a worthless bauble who don’t mean a dime to me or to anybody else. Actually, I am willing to be a bit harsher as of now, “You are nothing but a piece of poop.” Please feel free to feel like crap. Expecting me to become instant chums and sharing everything that goes in “my” life with you is a sect of your delusional imagination.  Put all believes in me and know that those imaginations are never coming to reality. You must as well know the reason to why you and I cannot be friends, it is very bitterly because you are not a friend I’d like to treasure and cherish, you’re not someone I can confide in. Talking to you one night with utter friendliness does not make us bosom buddies.

What?

You were pleased and content to be in Sarla Birla Gyan Jyoti (SBGJ), right? I suppose you should go back there again. Do tell your parents to admit you back to SBGJ; nobody’s keeping you tied down here anyway.

Yo chill!

I don’t need any freaking advice from somebody who hates me for not talking to him “all day long.” Reality check babe, I have much better things to do, rather than talking to you all day long.

What the hell? I don’t want you to talk to me all day long.

 You say that you don’t want me to talk to you all day long. Sure, that most definitely explains the bazillion missed calls and messages from you on my phone, the trillion texts on Whatsapp. In order to get rid of those infinite text messages I had to block you on Whatsapp, and as well as put your calls on forward so as I could live in peace.

Okay, fine. I will live a boring life from now on.
I won’t disturb you.

Bye Sanjukta.

Stop being a mother fucking pussy and grow up. I literally mean it. Grow up and face the rejections in life.