injustice and ingratitude (II)

i might be thinner by the next year. who knows? i'm thin by nature, it seems, and regardless of what i eat (or how many...), i'm thin. tall and thin, without much of a build and with more agility than i can tap for my own good. 

you, on the other hand, might well be better fed next year. not that you've been starving lately. far from that. but i don't care: starving or bursting out of your pants, you're gonna be the same shitty person that you've always been. to think that i've admired you one day makes me sick. you're intelligent, all right; your natural stupidity, however, seems to be the only thing that matches your brains. you've proven to me again what an ungrateful bastard you are, one that is unable to see how much i gave of myself in exchange of so little. that was not your problem, though. as you cleverly said once, my problems were of no concern to you. in a way, i regret that i took so long to leave. but a second thought makes me feel glad that i hesitated so much, and let so many time pass. at least when i left, i left with the true picture of yourself. and learned a good lesson. that is priceless, i'd say.