To my Boring Fake Friend.

We first met,you stood still and no words came out of your mouth,i thought you were simply shy,but throughout the years i could tell, it was just your personality,there was no "we talking" it was just me all the time,you had no opinion,even when i asked for it,you seemed to know no more words than,"if you like" or "yeah,I don`t know",I always wondered "what the fuck is wrong with you" it was easyer to say yes or no than saying nothing and then having to argue because you never expressed yourself.
One day you met a gorgeous lady called ART and you walked hand and hand through the paths of drawing,even though you sucked at it.I found out that art was a genious way of expressing your feelings,but your lack of skill made it too dificult.you had all the chances to say what you thought about things or how you felt in certain moments,i gave you the tools to do so,it`s a pitty you wearent able to use them properly,it`s time to move on,I can`t keep on trying to change you if you simply don`t want to change,it`s been 12 years now since we met and you havent changed a bit.It`s time to say goodbye, good luck in your life,and fuck you!