I am not what I am.
We met at a party. I wanted to f*** your best friend, and so we talked for a bit, me and you. We became friends on Facebook and you talked to me about him. Told me how I could get him. And you also told me you liked one of my closest friends. I gave you advice. But from the start I was backstabbing you. I was relaying everything you said back to her. Maybe it was for the best. You are too emotionally needy and unstable for her, you're out of her league even though you think you're above her because she is a "nice girl". F*** you.
And so your feelings for her dwindled. We kept on talking because I didn't want to hurt your feelings, and your best friend is just so damn hot. You started calling me your best friend. I mentioned it as a joke, you thought it was real. I'm sorry that sarcasm doesn't translate well in text, because quite frankly, I'm not comfortable with you calling me that. We've met twice before both times briefly at parties, and you hardly know me.
And I hardly know you. Turns out you hold a secret hate towards your other best friend. Why are you such a horrible person?
God, I'm a hypocrite.
You have this shallow and empty view on life, and it's probably the main thing that has made me hate you. You fall in love with ideals, not real things. Maybe you think your perspective is the only one that exists. Things are exactly as you see them on tv and read on the internet. You stereotype entire races because of your wrong ideas of how they are. You make up your own reality, and that would be fine if only you were more in touch with other people and how they perceive this. Just because I admitted I used to be one way two years ago doesn't mean it's the same now. How you perceive things makes me rage.
I want to be friends. But you're clingy, ignorant, a bit stupid and self-centered.
But I can't stop this, because you "love me like a brother", and I need you for social reasons.
I am not your best friend, I do not love you.
I can't hurt you, so please don't fall in love with me.