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[1] best friend

i wish you understood that the reason we aren't friends anymore isn't because of the way you dress or the way you style your hair. it isn't the way you talk or the way you walk. it's the way you treated me. whether i was having a great day or a horrible day. you always found a way to make me feel terrible. it's like you needed to make yourself feel better by putting me down. i don't think you even realized what you were doing. all it took was a snap of a finger and a mental breakdown for me to realize i knew our friendship was over. you claimed i was ignoring you when you only tried to start a conversation with me ONCE. i don't count the time you called me a two year old or the time when you asked if i was mad at you. and the one time? i didn't even hear what you said. and you know that. maybe if you just said thanks that one day, or if maybe you said sorry, maybe if you weren't too shallow around me.. who knows. or is that too hard for you? hard for you to say sorry? hard for you to say thanks? hard for you to not be a judgmental "friend?" i guess it's too hard. apparently it is. i've never told anyone what happened between us. (my mom doesn't count.) i wish we could go back in time and fix our friendship, but we can't. it's done and over with.

~ kdb