Revenge is sweet

You hurt me years ago. You said things to me that I will never forget. You deliberately said those things to break me. And it did. I was broken for a while. Down and out.

But strangely, those same words also awakened a restless, primitive spirit in me that was lying dormant somewhere in me, buried by years of societal pressure and rules of civilisation. If not for those words, your words, I may never have found this spirit again, this spirit which I now know as the real me. So I will never forget your words to me.

I forgave you. But I never forgot.

And now you need my help. It is laughable, really. Revenge is sweet. I could use your own words against you now, and I know it will hurt you just as much as it hurt me. I could just laugh at your plea. I could tell you to go to hell. I could explain to you why I will not help you.

Instead, I just ignore you. This is not because of some altruistic motive on my part. I ignore you because the truth is, you’re just not worth my time anymore.