You've always asked me why we are no longer close. Every time it baffles me. I truly cannot tell whether you seriously don't know or not. I always want to scream at you and tell you every little self-centered and manipulative things you've said and done but I just simply can't. Because if I do, I know you will deny it. Perhaps try to blame me? Make me out to be the bad one? I mean it wouldn't be the first time. So no, we're not close. And no, I don't like you. I can hardly stand you. I don't enjoy being in the company of someone I have to walk on eggshells around. But everyone else thinks SO highly of you it makes me sick to my stomach. You are narrow-minded, shallow, judgmental, and never listen. So excuse me if I don't tell you anything. To me, you've already left. You're only a half-faded memory, because you are not who you once were and I hate it.
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Those That Made Me
RandomEach chapter will be dedicated to someone who has influenced my life in some way. I got the idea from a friend :)