Best friend? Ha, more like friend at best now.
You have no idea the damage you have done.
Don’t you ever stop and think?





No, of course not.








Because common sense is almost as foreign to you as telling the truth.







God knows your lips have never once spoken a word of honesty to me.
But hey, we’re best friends, right?




We mean so much to each other, right?


We would never betray one another....right? Define betray then, honey, because I don’t know what world of fantasy you’re living in, but I believe going out with your best friend’s ex behind her back for over a month and then lying to her face about it is pretty textbook betrayal.
We all make mistakes, I will give you that.

I’ve had my fair share of mistakes, especially in high school.












But what hurts the most is knowing that even after I confessed my pain and anguish with you, you still continued to see him and didn’t care about my feelings.









You chose a high school boy over your best friend of over 5 years.
I wish you all the happiness in the world and hope your decision was worth it because oddly enough, I don’t wish any harm on you.



I just pray that a day in the very very near future you decide to grow up and realize that in less than 7 months we will be graduating from this place and you will be off to college, maybe. I won’t be there anymore to hold your hand, make sure you rethink your decisions,

defend you when people call you horrible names,













tell you what you should order at restaurants, pay for your coffee because you “forgot” your wallet again,












or be the shoulder you cry on when you get overwhelmed. I will not be there anymore. Those bridges are burned.
I refuse to waste any more energy or emotion on you because you may think it looks easy, but it’s exhausting shooting dirty looks your way in the halls or ignoring your small smiles at practice.
People ask me all the time why I care so much. My response is simple.






Because I don’t stand for making a fool of myself.













And I did in fact make a fool of myself looking back at the passed 5 years.





During the course of our friendship I was an idiot.















I played the role of your second mom, not your best friend.












And you treated me like the doormat to the front entrance to your house, not a best friend.
I am no longer mad at you.







I am just disappointed that I spent so much time, energy, and money on a friend ship that was faker than the pretend baby voice that you use when you strive for attention.