To be honest, I don't really like you as a friend. I know what's going on when you talk behind my back and then smile in my face. No, your mysterious gossip isn't a mystery anymore.


You don't have to pretend to be my best friend and hug me and say the crap you always do, like how funny and pretty I am when I hear your stupid little comments about my clothes and hair.


So what if I wear my favorite blue sweater to school? My grandma made me that sweater, and it's more meaningful to me than any designer shirt or jeans. In fact, I feel sorry for you that you don't have a grandma who loves you enough to make you a sweater on your birthday.

Yeah, so go right ahead and say it to my face or my back or whatever, cause I know better than to care about what you say.