Dear L

Best friends right? Till the end, yeah? Apparently not. Look what you've turned into. You are the girls who we used to joke about. You once told me that if your parents ever caught you with shorts or skirts that short that you would get in really big trouble. What about now? What do they think of your new 'style'? You've turned into another 'basic bitch'. Another poor girl who thinks boobs over brains. I hate seeing you like this. You are better than this. You broke my heart worse than any boy could; ha my own best friend. Who would have thought right? You were my everything. My literal ride or die. I would have taken a bullet for you. Too bad you were the one pulling the trigger. Four hundred and fifty six days. Fifteen months. A fucking year and three months. That is how long it took me to get over the fact that you weren't my friend anymore. I'm still upset about it. I used to be so sad I was borderline depressed. My parents had to put me in counselling. After that I was angry. Pissed off more like. Was I not worth fighting for? Nine years of friendship not worth fighting for? You made me feel worthless and like crap. And the worst part was that you had no idea how you killed me inside. Now I'm just disappointed. Obviously I cared more about our friendship than you did. Obviously I thought you were worth fighting for but I am not going to be strung along behind you anymore. Im cutting ties. I no longer know you. I don't want you in my life anymore. Your greatest downfall was that you were a follower and not a leader. You followed anyone who would let you and let them push you around. You are better that that; you deserve better. I loved you and in someways I still care. Thank you for letting me be your friend for those years. Thank you for stopping to make me realise I can be a better person without you. Thank you for everything L really thank you.