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I used to have amazing friends, but I guess all good things must come to an end. I told her everything, almost. I betrayed your trust but i got it back, no guarantee's you'll get mine back tho. What you did was not a secret. I didn't want anyone to know, besides you. Because you were the only one I could trust. And now I'm all alone again. I know I told you you could tell, but as I was listing names, i meant for you to pick one person. Not two. But you picked two and the i got reported to the councelor where I lied. I lied directly to his face. But I mean come on. If you were in my place you would have lied too.

It wasn't just an ordinary day. I was already feeling down as it was. But telling her, and then her telling him, made me I think the most depressed I've ever been. You say that you want me to be happy, but i was a lot happier when you were the only one that knew. You always tell me how "we" get left out of things, but in reality it's just me. I know I have some "friends" but i would just like to have someone that i can tell everything to. Some one that doesn't feel bad for themselves when i tell them stuff either. what I'm saying is, I would like to have a person that acts like my dairy. Someone who doesn't judge. Someone who's always there for me I just need someone. I had some one, and then you told the one thing i was trying so hard to keep a secret. You told a teacher so now that teacher will look at me differently everytime he sees me. You told a fellow classmate which whom I have to see everyday, whose mother is also one of my fucking teachers.

You told someone and the people you told will never be able to look at me the same. I have to walk the halls not knowing who know my not so secret secret. You made me feel like an outsider in a school I've been in for three year. everything was going just fine, but looking​ back on it it would have been one million times better if i would have never told you in the first place. So thanks for making me regret the last year of my life. I have no one to thank but you.

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