Short Stories

dear lydia┊two

Dear Lydia,

Things with you are getting worse. I'm honestly starting to fear that I never knew you. At all.

It's only been a day, and now I've learned that you're a cheater and a liar. It didn't come as much of a shock to me... I guess I always had a feeling of distrust towards you.

You copied Logan's lab report, and instead of owning up to it, you cry about it like a drama queen. I understand you have a fragile system of emotions—I do too—but I would never throw a friend under the bus when I blatantly copied her paper. That's plagiarism, Lydia. Being a writer, that is the greatest offense in the world.

This reminds me of all the times we did things together, and you claimed them for yourself. When I was afraid to speak out, you would say what I told you, and everyone would praise you for it. "Wow, you're full of great ideas and theories!" No, no you're not.

All I can see in you is a lair, cheater, and attention whore. The person I wished for in the last letter never existed. You're a fake... everything about you is fake.

You might not look plastic on the outside with the hair of a troll doll and the body of a bag of flour, but on the inside, you are as artificial as can be. Your mind is trained to make you the center of attention, your skin craves the touch of a boyfriend, your ears scream for validation, and your bones ache when you're ignored and disapproved.

All this talk about wanting to be a better person is impossible for you. You're inability to tell the truth prohibits anyone from making a lasting connection to you. If you speak no truth, you get no love.

But then why do you spill your sob stories to anyone with ears? How much of what you tell them is even true? I've met your mother; I know your life is just as good as mine. You've got family, a sister, a home to go back to every day after school.

Don't sit here and complain to me about all the shit that falls on you. Do you ever stop and think about why it's happening? I believe everything happens for a reason, and there must be a reason for you to be in my life. And I think I've found it.

You're the perfect example of what not to do, who not to be, how not to act. You're the before picture of the epitome of friendship, and with the way you're going now, it's all you'll ever be. Keep living your life as the warning label: CAUTION! BAD FRIEND.

I want you to take a moment and assess yourself. Don't lie to yourself. Stop whatever you're doing right now and ask these questions.

What do I find irritating about other people? Do I possess any of those qualities myself?

If you said no, let me remind you of something you said once. "I hate it when partners do nothing but copy me." It looks like roles are reversed now, bitch.

I understand that you want a good grade. So does Logan. She worked harder than you, she did her report on her own, and then you stole her grade like the goddamn petty thief you are.

Start by admitting it. You copied her paper. Don't walk around like everything is alright between you two because it isn't. She's pissed at you for this, and just because she doesn't swear and curse at you for it doesn't mean she isn't upset. She's just better at not crying when shit doesn't go her way.

You should take a lesson from her sometime. If there's anyone in this world you want to act like, it's Logan. Logan who is one of my closest friends. Logan who has never done a bad thing in her entire life. Logan who is so pure and sweet and generally amazing in every way.

She is nothing but nice to you. When you rant about your stupid boyfriend, she listens. When you rant about your pitiful life, she tries to help. When you rant about no one caring about you, she talks to you. And how do you repay her for her friendship? By stealing her lab report and claiming it as your own.

I might not know much about friends, but I know you're a terrible one. And I also know when your friends are caught in a fight, you back them up. Since Logan is mad at you, I'm also mad at you by default. I will not take your side when I know you're the one to blame.

I will not see you as a person worthy of my friendship, and I will not be at your beck and call any longer. No more guilt trips, no more rants, no more Dickweed Island, no more silly nicknames. It's over.

You have betrayed my trust, and I am finished with you.

From,
someone who hates your guts