The end. The end of an era. The end of a history that has lasted through a war. A history that has lasted through a depression. A history that has lasted through pain and heartbreak. A history that has been nothing but love and commitment, and to think its all ending just because of a few sentences, a couple of words, and syllables. I can't understand why you would do this to me, and why you would go behind my back and stab me. But not only did you stab me, but you left the knife sticking out of my skin that was already covered in scars from the people that hurt me before. I really thought you were different, but in the end; you were no different. You're just a back stabber that has that guts to smile in my face after you've stabbed me. I don't know what I did to deserve this; but I hope you're happy now- You've lost someone that would have loved you for eternity and been there through thick and thin. But now look at you; alone. You did this to yourself. Stop blaming it on me; so you can sleep at night. I have always supported you. Since day one, but you never saw that because you were always wrapped up in your egotistical ways. Ask yourself: when was the last time you asked how I was, Or if I was okay? Or how my life was going? Oh wait you haven't. I don't mean to sound rude, but it's been four years. I have kept my mouth shut for four years and have supported you even when you stole my dream that I was working so hard for, you didn't even think twice. Think about it, I've been working for this for 5 years and you just go and take it from me- just like that, how fair is that? And you know when you joke around and call me stupid it really hurts my feelings, because I've had enough people call me stupid in my life, I didn't think I needed my best friend doing that too.
You were supposed to love me and support me, but instead you ruined me, you killed me. Knocked me down like a tower of blocks a child had spent hours building. You pushed me until I broke and this is it. I can't do this any more. All the backstabbing and hurting one another, we're supposed to be best friends.
Best friend aren't supposed to hurt each other.
So think about it? Is this really worth it? Because I'm starting to think it isn't.

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Stressed&Depressed
Non-FictionLife is stressful and depressing so why not complain about it. Welcome to my life, I hope you enjoy the ride.