You. My once best friend. The one who built me up, showed me my worth. My shoulder to cry on. My everything.
What happened?
Were you jealous over my new life?
Could you not handle my success?
Did the idea of me spending time with another friend really hurt you that much?
Why else would you do what you did.
C. R. You are a monster. A malicous monster. Manipulative. Angry.
You told me I was fat, not worth it. A stupid bitch. "No wonder your dad left"
You told me to kill myself, you didnt think I would try. How did you feel when you got the news?
Did it break you to know you did that?
Did it destroy you? I hope it did. I hope it crushed you.
I'm sure it did. Or maybe not.
That was 8th grade
Fast forward 2 years, your still pestering me. Calling me a stupid whore when you pass me. Putting death notes in my locker, throwing things at me.
I remember. Do you, C.R? I feel like you should remember it all like i do.
Best friends. Ripped over jealously that i met a new friend. A human being broken to the core, all over your jealousy.
You harass me every chance you get. It's like a game to you.
Is it a game now?
If so, you win
Or maybe i do
Because you have to live with this.
