you’re always ruining my life. i thought you were my best friend, but all you considered me as was a person that you could rant and talk to when you were bored. you were funny, yeah, and i admit that i liked having you around sometimes.. but you were always making fun of other people. always embarrassing others. especially me. you knew i had mental health problems that were serious, but you didn’t care. you were extremely selfish and wanted things your way, or no way. you were just a bad friend in general, but I was too blind to see that. you fucked up big time one day, and i used that as an excuse to get out of our toxic, so-called “friendship”. i stopped talking to you, made new friends, and still kept my old ones. i was as happy as ever. but you were still in contact with some of my old friends. you told them the whole story, and eventually they talked to me about it, and basically forced me back into the friendship. you made me pity you. you made me feel so guilty for blocking you out of my life, and you made it seem like you were the victim in the situation. you actually made me think that you weren’t a bad person, saying that you were going to “change”, and that you weren’t going to force me into a friendship if i didn’t want to be in one. did you know i didn’t like you? hell yes. after a couple of weeks did you care that we weren’t friends? no. you even admitted to it. at first, you were actually nice when we started to talk again. you were still the same girl i knew that would always make funny jokes, rant, and talk a lot. but after we started to form a group with other people, your attitude changed. you don’t make fun of my mental health problems, no, but you still find ways to make me feel like I didn’t belong, and you keep embarrassing me in front of all of our friends. now, you’re always budging into the conversations i’m having. making me have to leave the convo because i keep getting ignored since you’re the one who’s talking now, and you’re the one that everyone has to be focused on. you call me a hypocrite, and yeah I probably am one. but you’re just as big of a hypocrite as i am. (honestly, probably an even bigger one). you ask me what you did wrong in group chats, and why i don’t like you, and why i act the way i act, which 1. who the f*** asks that when they know other people are there, and they know this is something that should be talked about in private, and 2. i’m pretty f****** sure you know what the hell you did wrong. you’re stealing my best friend who i have been best friends with for about 2-3 years now. i can feel it, and i can see it happening. you’re spilling my secrets, sending screenshots of things i told you to others. i told you i don’t like you, so why are you still here? why are you still in my life, bothering me?

sorry that this was so long omfsflnsdkj
had to get it off my chest 🙂

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