no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no
how can you do that? how can you magically become best friends with the girl who tortured you for months? I used to sit and listen to all the different ways you wanted to torture her. I had countless conversations with you about how much she hurt you. I sat there and stood by you when you needed somebody. and then you screwed me over, and let her back into your life. I cant stand to watch that friendship knowing all of the mean things you said about her. I cant imagine what the two of you say about me. you’re really all I think about. I cant believe you did some of the things you’ve done. I see you so differently now. I don’t know that you’ve changed, but you have in my eyes. I cant stand to see you walking up and down the halls anymore. sometimes seeing you makes me angry. sometimes it makes me want to ball my eyes out. I don’t know what to do. I cant seem to get far enough away from you. your just always around the corner, enjoying the things you used to enjoy with me, with what seems like almost everybody else. I know the lies you tell, and I know how manipulative you really are. I didn’t see it before, and I learned the hard way. Im sorry that I had to. I wish I was still blindly attached to your hip.
